I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Chapter 325: Realization

Terrence Sterling was certain that Fiona was behind everything. He didn’t even need proof Fiona’s character was evidence enough.

Justin asked, bewildered, “Who could have drugged Meredith’s milk powder? I bought it, but I swear I didn’t tamper with it.”

“Justin, I thought you were only naive in front of your parents, but now it seems you’re thoroughly foolish. Having you as a friend is a burden for Meredith,” Terrence said bluntly. His family had been hurt, and he spared Justin the full brunt of his anger out of respect.

Speechless and confused, Justin was about to respond when a thought struck him.

“Was it Fiona?” he gasped in shock. “But that seems unlikely. The milk powder was sealed. Fiona grew up with Meredith; even if she envied her, she wouldn’t harm an unborn child. That’s too sinister.”

“As a lawyer, haven’t you seen the darker side of humanity?” Terrence’s voice was heavy. “Justin, I doubt your capabilities. Are you living in an ivory tower? How naive and weak you are, almost causing harm to Meredith. Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on Fiona? And you? What did I ask you? Store clerk?”

Terrence’s tone was icy, his expression grim.

He didn’t allow Justin any chance to retort, his anger palpable as he pointed at him. “I’ve been lenient with you and Fiona for Meredith’s sake. It was so close this time; do you understand the consequences if Meredith had consumed that milk powder? Can you bear the responsibility? Both you and Fiona are betraying Meredith’s trust; you don’t deserve to be her family or friends.”

Terrence vented all his anger on Justin, who stood there, face full of guilt, unable to muster a reply.

It was indeed his fault.

Terrence had warned him, yet he had trusted Fiona.

Meredith had helped him through tough times, even gifted him properties worth millions, and yet, he had delivered the milk powder that contained an abortion drugs to her.

Even if he hadn’t tampered with it himself, he couldn’t escape the blame.

“I’m going now to apologize to Meredith. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault,” Justin said remorsefully.

“My grandmother is old and lying in the hospital,” Terrence stepped closer, his gaze piercing. “Your apologies are worthless, Justin. Do you really think you’re some kind of savior? You shouldn’t be a lawyer; you should find a church and be a priest.”

Justin’s kindness was more harmful than helpful, utterly frustrating.

If it weren’t for their childhood bond, Terrence would have already taken action.

After dropping that harsh truth, Terrence walked to his car and opened the door.

“Are you going to find Fiona? What will you do with her?” Justin asked anxiously.

“Mind your own business,” Terrence snapped before getting into his car and driving away.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Justin slapped himself, feeling utterly foolish. Terrence was right to call him stupid.

Feeling down, Justin received a call from Mrs. Thatcher. “Ainsley, I’ve prepared a meal today. Come over for dinner, Gemma misses you.”

“Not today,” Justin replied coldly, “I’ll send you back home in a few days.”

After the incident with Meredith, Justin decided it was best to send the Thatchers away. He had no real power; what right did he have to play the saint?

He had almost caused Meredith harm. Keeping Mr. Thatcher and his family around might only bring more trouble to Meredith.