Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 470 Who Else Could It Be

"What the hell, guys? You are all still so young, and a long life ahead of you! So how dare you

intentionally hit someone else's car? Do you really want to die? Aren't you afraid of death? Do you think

you all are Iron Man? Well, guess what? I think you all are just mad men! Have you ever thought about

what your family would be like if something happened to you? Do you have any brains at all? If you

really want to die, don't include other people!" Finally, Jean let go of the man's collar with a hard push.

She gave them a vicious look before stepping out of the van.

As soon as she stepped out of the van, she walked over to Toby who looked at her as if she wasn't

easy to deal with. "Take over, Toby. Ask them information about their boss or whoever sent them to hit

our car. Make sure you get something out of those scumbags," Jean instructed.

"Yes, Mrs. Jean," Toby said with a nod.

After ordering Toby, Jean stepped aside and felt like retching. She had been feeling like wanting to gag

as the scent of fresh blood filled the air, making her stomach uncomfortable.

In addition, her heart almost jumped out of her chest from the violent impact moments ago.

She turned toward the fence and retched. After a while of trying to vomit, nothing came out. Then she

remembered that Moore was still in their car, so she hurriedly moved towards the car, despite the

feeling of wanting to retch.

As she hastily walked, Jean felt downtrodden by the fact that Moore was injured again. She could not

help but scold herself and yell profanities in her mind. 'Oh, was I jinxed? Or am I just a magnet of

unfortunate events?

I can't believe that Moore always had some bad luck ever since he met me, considering that he always

gets into accidents whenever he is with me. What's wrong with me?' She stopped and heaved a deep

sorrowful sigh before walking again.

Jean thought about the previous events and how they just came to pick up Moore's luggage. It would

have been easy as well if they just merely met Gary, but how could they also meet a group of outlaws?

'Wait! Now that we had met Gary first, then it is certainly not a coincidence for that group of people to

appear as well...' Jean's train of thought was interrupted as she already reached the car.

She shook her head and sighed once more before getting in their car. She looked at Moore with a

completely worried look. "Moore, I know this is insensitive of me to ask, but how are you feeling now?

Toby already called an ambulance. Just keep holding on, okay? I'm sure help will be here any moment

now."

Seeing how worried Jean was of him, Moore gave her an assuring smile. "I'm all right." He paused and

tried to sit up. His eyebrows furrowed, and a few grunts were heard as he moved. Jean looked more

worried seeing Moore in pain. He then looked at her once more with a reassuring smile. "I was only

stabbed by a few pieces of broken glass. Don't worry. It's just a minor injury. As long as we go to the

hospital to get the wound dressed, I'll be fine."

Jean's sorrow faded a bit. Hearing Moore's words, she heaved a sigh of relief.

But then she frowned again, making Moore confused. "I'm sorry. If you haven't been there to protect

me, I would also have been stabbed. However, if I hadn't accompanied you here, you might not have

gotten hurt. I'm sorry, Moore, for getting you in trouble." Jean couldn't look at Moore, now that she was

starting to feel guilty.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Moore replied at once, feeling strength regaining inside of him.

"To be honest, you got involved into this accident because of me. I am the target of these people today,

so don't you ever feel sorry or guilty about it. For all we know, I'm supposed to be the one apologizing

for getting you involved in the middle of all this."

Jean's eyes widened in surprise and confusion. "What do you mean you're the target? How did you

know?"

Moore snorted coldly, looking out of the window with a hint of anger in his eyes. "Isn't it obvious?"

'It's obvious?' Jean's eyebrows furrowed into a frown as she thought. 'Why did Moore say that? Hmm...

Today... we have only seen... Gary? Oh, my God! Is it Gary? How could Gary kill off his own son?

Didn't he always want Moore back to the Bai family? But, is it really the case? Or is there something

more that I am not aware of?' Jean once more sighed in frustration and couldn't believe what was going

on inside her mind. She couldn't think of any other obvious answer, so she turned to Moore, anxious

and couldn't keep her calm. "Gary did all this? Seriously?"

Moore snorted again and looked at her. "No. It wasn't him nor did he send these people. It was his

presence, however, that made that group of people come like the scent of blood for a hungry shark.

You see, there are some people in the Bai family that don't want me to return to the family tree, so they

were really frustrated when Gary appeared in front of me. These impatient group of people then sent

hired men to attack us on our way back to your residence.

Judging from this impatient and impulsive act with such anxious temperament and coupled with a style

of hurting others regardless if they hurt themselves, I think the one behind this is no other than Hanley.

I mean, who else could it be besides him?"

Jean was even more surprised at this revelation. "Hanley? Your brother? How can he?" Hanley's young

face appeared into her mind. She couldn't imagine that such a vibrant and cheery face would be

associated with the bloody scene in front of her.

'But since Moore said that it was Hanley, then it must be true no matter what my judgment of his

brother is, because I know that Moore won't lie to me. Shirley even was capable of finding someone to

kill her brother, Winner, just for the property of the Wen family, so how could it be impossible for

Hanley? It is such a huge possibility for him to prevent Moore from returning to the Bai family, so he

won't have to compete for their property. Besides, it was easier for him to do such a cold-blooded thing

for both of them had different mothers after all.

Then again, it is such a depressing fact that money can really erode a person's humanity. How can they

hurt their families just for money? It seems that my knowledge about human nature is very limited, '

Jean thought, shaking her head at the thoughts bothering her head.

After a brief silence of contemplation, Jean felt anger rising inside her. Now that she knew who was

behind the accident, she made up her mind at once. She took out her cell phone from her bag and was

about to start making a phone call.

Seeing her reaction, Moore immediately held Jean's wrist, stopping her from making an irrational move.

With a baffled look, he asked,"Jean, what are you doing? Who do you plan to call?"

Jean glanced at her wrist with Moore's grasp before turning to look at Moore. "Who else can it be?"

When Moore's eyebrows creased into an even deeper frown, Jean sighed. "I just want Gary to know

and see what just happened in here. If he doesn't do anything to discipline his son well, then I will

seriously replace him and teach that Hanley a lesson." Jean felt frustrated once more and removed her

wrist from Moore's grasp. She wanted to dial Gary's number.

Moore started to panic as he watched her dial and anxiously stopped her once more. "Wait! Stop.

Listen to me. Don't call him. It would only worsen the situation if he knew about this," Moore said with a

serious look.

Jean stopped dialing and looked at Moore puzzled. "What's the point? He will still know it sooner or

later!"

"Then, please, don't let him know too soon." Moore sighed.

Jean looked at Moore, even more puzzled at how he was reacting to this situation. "Why? Don't tell me

you are afraid he will worry about you, Moore. I won't believe it."

Moore stared at Jean with displeasure. "Oh, come on. I don't care if he worries. I just don't want to see

him again. Please, Jean."

Jean looked at him back, trying to find any other reason besides that from his eyes. When she couldn't

find any hint of lie, she heaved a sigh of relief, placing her phone down. "Well, if you say so. I don't

really want to argue with a wounded man. Speaking of which, do you feel any other discomforts?

Anything that I should tell the doctor once the ambulance arrives?" Jean scanned him up and down as

she asked, careful not to touch any wounded area.

Moore shook his head. "As far as I know and feel of, I have no other injuries besides my back that was

stabbed by broken glass. It really hurts, Jean, but I can still tolerate it so far." It was only until then that

Jean had noticed cold sweat covering Moore's forehead, as well as the grunts Moore was saying as he

clearly was tolerating the excruciating pain he was feeling.

"Oh, my poor friend! You have not completely recovered from your previous injuries, but now you are

injured again. You must be in extreme pain right now." Jean flashed a hint of concern in her eyes. She

then took out a paper towel to wipe the sweat off Moore's forehead.

"Don't worry. I'm okay. This is really nothing and I can still manage to put up with it. But how about you?

You're pregnant and fragile. Do you have any discomforts? Did you get hurt anywhere?" Moore looked

at Jean and asked with deep concern.

Jean felt moved and warm by how Moore did not forget to ask her if she had been injured despite

Moore being badly injured by the collision. She gave him a bright smile of appreciation and it

immediately dispelled the gloomy atmosphere that had previously loomed over them. She also assured

him that she was not injured at all thanks to him. "By the way, I asked Toby to cross-examine those

people. Although we have guessed that it was Hanley who did it, I still hope to get confirmation from

them. This will prevent us from blaming the wrong person," Jean added.

Moore saw the hesitation in Jean's eyes and chuckled as he tried to distract himself from the pain by

speaking. "Jean, you don't believe that Hanley wants to kill me, do you?"

"Nonsense!" Jean looked away after realizing how Moore had seen through her. She was immediately

flushed with anger and embarrassment.

"Jean, you are too innocent. You clearly haven't seen the evil of human nature yet." Moore looked at

Jean and sighed at how naive and innocent she was, wondering as well how she survived this far with

this kind of thinking. "Although I have to admit that I am equally reluctant that it was Hanley, I still can't

look away from the facts in front of me. Even if I wanted to persuade myself, I still couldn't." Moore

paused, looking at Jean who was still not looking at him.

Meanwhile, Toby got out of the van and walked over towards them.

As soon as Toby got into the car, Jean sat up and immediately became nervous. "Who gave the orders,

Toby?" She asked without waiting for him to settle down.

"Someone in the Bai family, Mrs. Jean," Toby replied. His simple and forward words instantly made

Jean's face turn ashy.

'It seems that Moore is right. I am still too naive to see through the viciousness of human nature, ' Jean

thought in a melancholy spirit, making herself lean back.

Moore frowned when he heard Toby's words. He turned his attention to take a deep look at the van in

front of him without any other word or sound.

Jean suddenly found the silence enveloped over them uncomfortable, so she turned to Moore and

asked, breaking it. "What are you thinking about, Moore?"

"Well, I was just wondering if someone has been following me all this time. Otherwise, why did Gary

appear as soon as we arrived at Harkin Garden? It is suspicious that even Hanley was able to send

someone to attack us."

Moore's face turned into a deep frown. He didn't break his gaze off the van while saying these.

Jean thought about it for a moment. After a while, she nodded. "It is very likely. If that's the case, then it

seems that we should have more alert in the future."

The ambulance finally arrived not long after.

Jean followed Moore all the way to the hospital. She sat on the bench in the corridor outside of the

room while she waited for the doctor to treat Moore's wound.

The police also dropped by to check and take notes of the previous events. Jean was careful not to tell

any speculations, and only told them what had really happened. After everything was dealt with, Jean

hadn't noticed that the sun had already set, and it was now getting dark slowly.

Jean's stomach growled in hunger, so she placed her hand on her belly. She hadn't noticed Zed who

was rushing towards her anxiously. His eyes widened as he noticed Jean's hand was on her belly.

"Oh my God, Jean, did you get hurt?" Zed asked and checked her up and down as soon as he got near

her. God knew how his heart stopped beating after he received the news of what had happened. Jean

was stunned seeing Zed for a moment before feeling relief rush inside her.

"I'm fine, Zed" Jean comforted him quickly, holding Zed's hands to stop him from looking for any sign of

injury on her. "Moore has protected me from getting any injuries."

Zed placed a hand on his forehead. "Oh, thank goodness!" He immediately embraced Jean into a hug,

relieved that his wife wasn't placed in any danger. Then again, he realized what Jean had said and Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

frowned. After they broke off from the hug, Zed looked at Jean and asked with a worried look

again,"How is Moore doing? He didn't get any serious injuries, did he?"

Seeing that Zed's expression turned extremely gloomy, Jean responded hastily,"He was stabbed by

glass debris, and the doctor is dressing his wound inside, but don't worry, it wasn't too deep. It is also

fortunate for us that our car is strong. The van that collided into our car was badly damaged, but all we

had were the front windshield shattered and a little paint scraped. I am really thankful that the car

protected us somehow. It seems that your money did not go to waste, Zed."

She suddenly feared that Zed would start feeling anger, so she tried to please him by adding a faint

chuckle.