69novels Chapter 249 Hazel: I wasn't like that!
Chapter 249 Hazel: I wasn't like that!
Chapter 249 Hazel: I wasn't like that!
Inside the residence of MP Macht.
Hazel blushed deeply and locked herself back in her room, then leaned heavily against the door.
She had realized what her mother had misunderstood.
This is absolutely outrageous!
How could I—how could I possibly do that!
Hazel jumped onto the bed and wrapped herself up completely in the blanket from head to toe.
I clearly—I clearly haven’t even touched a boy’s hand!
and many more!
Thinking about this, a certain image suddenly flashed through Hazel's mind. When she was caught red-handed by that bastard James Scott, her hand seemed to—indeed—to have touched him.
"That doesn't count! That doesn't count!" Hazel shook her head frantically under the covers, trying to shake off that shameful memory.
"That guy isn't a monster at all—"
"Sigh—" Hazel sighed heavily and pulled the blanket down.
"If you weren't going to see him, then what were you doing climbing over the wall in the middle of the night?" Her mother's questioning, full of suspicion, echoed in her mind again.
I wanted to go see my teacher! Who knew the bodyguards would find me...
Because her teacher had instructed her to keep everything about her strictly confidential, Hazel had no way of telling the truth. And since she couldn't think of any other reasonable excuse to cover it up, in her mother Liana's eyes, wasn't this just a blatant denial despite irrefutable evidence?
"Hairo! Come out quickly! We need to go to the hospital—"
Outside the door, Liana's anxious knocking sounded again.
"Please don't do anything foolish!"
"Mom! How could I do something so foolish! Don't you even trust your own daughter?!" Hazel replied irritably.
"You're still young. If something really happens, you want me and your father to help you—" Liana's anxious voice still echoed intermittently outside the door.
"Aaaaaah! I told you it's not true!" Hazel felt like she was about to collapse. Clutching her pillow, she screamed hysterically, "That Scott—that bastard—and I were—we were just friends!"
Ultimately, the mother and daughter compromised. Hazel agreed to let her mother bring back a trusted doctor to examine her, while Liana agreed to advance her daughter a year's allowance.
That evening, MP Machte, who had just returned home due to work and social engagements, sensed something was off about the atmosphere as soon as he entered the house.
"What happened?" He frowned slightly and looked at the butler.
The butler lowered his head and vaguely indicated that there was a minor dispute between the young lady and the madam.
He then went to the bedroom and saw his wife sitting in front of the dressing table with a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong? The atmosphere at home is so strange today?"
"Sigh—it's all about Hazel—" Liana whispered to her husband about Scott's visit, Hazel's various unusual behaviors, and her own terrifying guesses based on clues such as "climbing over the wall in the middle of the night" and "young men and women," all of which seemed to conform to worldly logic.
"What?! You're saying Hazel is having an affair with that young man named James Scott? And they're sneaking out at night? They might even be pregnant—"
Upon hearing this, Senator Maurice Macht, a father himself, couldn't hold back his emotions and his blood pressure spiked.
"No! I need to have a serious talk with Hazel!" he said, getting up to go find his daughter.
"Wait! Our daughter is already asleep," Liana quickly stopped him. "Besides, Hazel has agreed to let the doctor come and check her up, so things—shouldn't be as bad as they seem."
Upon hearing this, Representative Macht let out a heavy sigh of relief, and his rationality began to return.
"Sigh—my daughter has really grown up—but this is just too much—"
"No way, I absolutely have to visit that James Scott another day and see what kind of person he really is!"
"Oh, right," Liana suddenly remembered something, "Hazel asked me for a year's allowance in advance."
"—Years? That must be over a thousand pounds! What does she need so much money for?" Member of Parliament Macht asked, somewhat surprised.
"It seems—it's about investing in some kind of business. She said she'll talk to you about it in person later."
"Speaking of money..." When the topic turned to money, Congressman Macht suddenly remembered something, "The stock market has been doing very well lately, and some of my friends at banks and stock exchanges recommended an investment to me, along with a few stocks—..."
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"Hugh, you're back."
Fors, who was sprawled on the sofa, snacking and reading a novel, heard the noise at the door and asked lazily without even looking up.
"Yes, it's me." Hugh's voice held a hint of surprise. "Fors, why aren't you asleep yet?"
Uh—Fors froze for a moment, looking a little embarrassed.
I can't exactly say, "Because you weren't back, no one woke me up, so I slept until the afternoon and now I can't sleep at all," can I?
She quickly changed the subject, asking, "Hugh, weren't you supposed to be back by noon? Why did it take you so long?"
"I was planning to have dinner with you."
Hugh's tone sounded somewhat hurried, and his gaze shifted slightly.
Hmm—suspicious—very suspicious! Forsmi's eyes widened, her writer's instincts kicking in.
"Huh~ Your tone is so hurried~" Fors sat up abruptly from the sofa, looking at her with a suspicious expression.
"I—" Hugh hesitated.
"Heave-ho!"
Fors flashed to Hugh's side, pressed her face against him, and sniffed him gently like a puppy. "Confess! Don't forget, this is Ms. Sissi in front of you, someone who can see through all lies!"
"Alright—I'll tell you then." Hugh rubbed his forehead, looking at his friend's funny antics with a bit of a speechlessness.
"It's Mr. Scott—"
"What?"
"I met Mr. James Scott today."
"So—you spent the whole afternoon with him?" Fors's expression turned strange.
"Hmm." Hugh nodded somewhat awkwardly.
"Huh! I never thought you were this kind of person!" Fors immediately put her hands on her hips, striking a pose like a wronged woman who had been abandoned, and accused her with a face full of "anger." "I waited patiently at home for you to come home for dinner, and you were out with another man."
"My God! What's wrong with this world?!"
"Uh—Fors, stop messing around." Hugh's face darkened; she felt like a husband caught cheating by his wife.
"Then tell me quickly, what did you guys go out to do?" Fors instantly switched to a gossipy tone, her eyes shining. "We—we did serious business."
"Important business? What important business?"
"Sigh—it's like this—." Hugh told Fors everything that happened today, from meeting Lorne to taking the workers to the hospital and then to the gun factory.
"I see." Fors nodded. "I didn't expect James Scott to be such a business-minded man, owning his own gun factory—"
"By the way, what's this?" Hugh's gaze fell on a beautifully printed ticket on the table.
"A Memorial Exhibition for Emperor Rosell"
"Fors! You actually want to go out to see an exhibition?" Hugh looked surprised. Fors, a typical homebody, would actually want to go out on her own initiative?
"I occasionally go out to gather inspiration," Fors said with a confident shrug.
"Besides, this ticket was sent to me by Lorne."
"Lorne? Your pen pal? He invited you to the exhibition?" Hugh asked.
"Hmm." Fors nodded.
"Fors~" Upon hearing this, Hugh immediately seized the opportunity to "retaliate," teasing her in the same tone as before, "You have the nerve to say that to me? You were the one who wanted to leave me behind and go to the exhibition with your pen pal!"
"It's not my fault, Lorne invited me—" Fors pouted, "What, Hugh, you want to come with me too?"
"Forget it, I don't want to interfere with your date." Hugh shook his head. "Besides, I have a mission recently, and I need to visit Mr. Scott's gun factory area from time to time."
"It's just a simple social activity between pen pals," Fors waved his hand.
"Sigh—" she suddenly sighed again.
"What's wrong, Fors?" Hugh noticed that Fors's expression was a little off.
"It's nothing, I was just thinking about the full moon's ramblings."
"Has Mr. Scott found a solution?"
"No." Hugh's tone was also somewhat regretful. "I asked him before I left, and he said he didn't have any clue at the moment and had already written to his friend for advice."
"All right."
"Fors, it seems like there's something else," Hugh pressed.
"Hugh." Fors looked up, staring into Hugh's eyes, and asked in a very serious tone, "Have you—have you ever felt that James Scott is—a little strange?"
"Really?" Hugh shook his head, looking blank.
"Never mind, forget I said anything."