The Man Who Waited vs. The Man Who Wasted novel Chapter 115

A mockingly cold smile curled on Jocelyn's lips.

"Shouldn't you be focusing on your actual daughter right now? I guess your daughter's well-being isn't worth as much as a necklace in your eyes."

Michelle ground her teeth. "Don't try to change the subject, and don't think you can turn me against my own daughter. I'm telling you right now, you have no right to take that necklace, and you certainly don't deserve to wear something so expensive."

"Give it to me, Jocelyn!"

Jocelyn completely ignored her.

Michelle reached out and grabbed Jocelyn's coat, trying to search her pockets. "Where did you hide it?!"

Jocelyn shoved her away. "Enough! Does everyone in the Lowell family have this disgusting habit of putting their hands on people?"

That sentence completely pushed Eleanor over the edge.

"Carl!"

Carl was the Lowell family butler and Eleanor's personal driver. He had been with Eleanor for nearly twenty years.

Fortunately, he hadn't picked up his employer's toxic traits.

Carl was a steady, reliable man. He didn't pick sides, and he didn't talk much. He just kept his head down and did his job every day. Even when Eleanor scolded him, he would just take it in silence. His presence was so unobtrusive it was almost as if he wasn't there.

"Lock this woman up!" Eleanor commanded.

Carl hesitated, unsure if he should actually lay hands on her.

"Do it now!" Eleanor barked.

Jocelyn felt no fear.

Carl lowered his voice and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lowell."

Jocelyn knew she wasn't getting out of this tonight. She had to accept the loss for now.

She was outnumbered, they were absolutely convinced she was guilty, and they had hated her guts for years. There was no getting out of this tonight.

It was better not to fight back physically.

She couldn't risk the baby in her stomach.

Jocelyn stepped out of Carl's reach. "Let me walk myself, Carl."

"Right this way, Mrs. Lowell."

She was going to use this opportunity to make that woman suffer.

Jocelyn had completely crossed the line.

Meanwhile, Michelle was still obsessing over the necklace.

"Mom, don't forget to make her hand over the necklace. It's worth a fortune. The Lowell family paid for it, so we absolutely cannot let her keep it."

Eleanor turned to Adrian, her voice icy. "Adrian, how could you be so foolish? Why would you give her something so incredibly valuable?"

Adrian's mind was a mess.

Watching Jocelyn walk away toward the basement without looking back—her figure looking so isolated and helpless—had tugged at his heart in a way that made him deeply uncomfortable.

It was clearly that woman who had done something wrong, so why did he feel reluctant to punish her?

"Adrian, Grandma is talking to you," Michelle prompted.

Adrian snapped out of it. "I promised it to her."

"You could have just bought her some cheap trinket to shut her up!" Eleanor snapped. "Look at who she is. Does she deserve something that expensive?"