Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345 Unless It's Her

Matthew looked at her coldly, his face still dark.

"You think I'll believe you just because you said that? You think the grudge between you and Natalia can be solved with just an apology? How many times have I told you to keep your head down and stop attracting trouble? It was all in one ear and out the other, wasn't it?"

At the scolding, as composed as Jessica was, she did lose her temper a bit.

She bit her lip and said resentfully, "Even if I offend her, what can she do? I don't believe that she'd risk having the old man fall ill again by telling the truth! If that was the case, and anything happens to the old man, she'll be making enemies of the Kawn family. Forget the Kawns, even William McCarthy would have a problem with her."

Matthew didn't expect her to say that and was at a sudden loss for words.

He looked at her, growing a bit more cautious.

"I'm warning you. Don't think that, just because you have someone to back you up, you can do whatever you want. Our goal is not Natalia. If you interfere with our business because of your personal reasons, I won't let you go."

Hearing that, Jessica trembled a bit.

She grew serious and said gently, "Don't worry, Uncle. I won't mess things up. But I do have to worry if someone would grow jealous and say something to Grandpa. If it was just one person, it would be fine, but the more voices that speak up, the more suspicious Grandpa could grow. What should I do then?"

Matthew looked at her and chuckled coldly.

"What are you afraid of? We'll get a DNA check if that's the case. You're a child of the Kawn family, so why worry? Hmm?"

His tones grew chilly as he spoke, his mocking gaze seemingly frosting over, making Jessica shake.

She lowered her head and said respectfully, "Yes, I understand."

Only then did Matthew turn and leave.

Jessica exhaled in relief and touched her hair, getting ready to turn back towards the garden.

At that moment, a small, flat impact rang out.

She started, her expression changing.

"Who's there?"

It was pitch black in front of her. The moonlight and the lamplight shone on a few errant trees at head height close to the corner of the wall, making the shadows loom.

A dark shape fell, outlined in the corridor behind the marble pillar. The surroundings were utterly quiet, and not a sound could be heard.

Jessica's heart hammered away.

She grew slightly pale as she looked around, made sure no one was nearby, and walked carefully over to where the voice had come from.

After reaching the spot, she found that there was nobody under the trees.

The trees might have been only head height, but their crowns were thick, and the branches were only at waist level. If a normal person wanted to hide here, they'd have to hunch, and couldn't have run off that quickly.

Had she been seeing things?

Jessica heaved a sigh of relief. It was probably some neighbor's cat, or the sound of rocks being blown off flowerpots!

She relaxed and was about to leave when she stepped on something.

Jessica froze for a moment, took a step back, and saw a pink Peppa Pig hairpin lying there in the grass.

She frowned slightly, bent over, and picked up the hairpin.

There was no dew on the hairpin, and still traces of bodily warmth. It had been dropped there not long ago.