Elsa was startled by the intensity of my gaze and took a step back, hurriedly waving her hands.
"Jane, you've misunderstood me! It's a misunderstanding!" She looked at the phone I was holding, swallowing nervously.
Even though she was wary that I might upload the video, she wouldn't do something that would backfire on herself.
"Jack, it's true I embarrassed myself at the banquet. That's why I couldn't help but cry when I got home. It really has nothing to do with Jane."
Hearing this, Jack shot me a suspicious glance.
I met his gaze nonchalantly, smiling lightly. "Yeah, if it weren't for me today, she probably would've caused even more trouble."
I turned to Elsa, ignoring the flush on her face. "You agree, right?"
Elsa froze, her face alternating between embarrassment and awkwardness. Eventually, she ground her teeth and nodded. "Yes, I should thank Jane today."
I flashed a satisfied grin, then turned to look at Jack, who now looked angry. When our eyes met, he quickly looked away.
I asked, "Aren't you going to apologize after accusing me like that?"
He sneered, his eyes full of disdain, "Apologize? Even if you didn't bully Elsa today, how many times have you done it before? Maybe you were planning to bully her today, but fate intervened and helped her escape."
I stared at Jack in disbelief before mocking him openly, "Mom and Dad would've been better off with a pet goldfish than you. At least it wouldn't be so much trouble. Honestly, with the way you think, you'd probably be better off working as a mascot at a theme park than doing anything serious."
Jack's expression darkened with my mockery. Just as he was about to retort, Dad cleared his throat, instantly shutting him down.
"Enough. Why do you two always fight when you see each other?"
He turned to Jack, looking stern. "Apologize to Jane."
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