Chapter 521Chapter 521
That night, Oscar gave Hugo a call when Amelia was asleep. “Hugo, get the lawyer to drop the
charges. Then, I want you to find that woman in jail and teach her a lesson. Just make sure that
whatever injuries you inflict on her can't be seen with the naked eye. I want her to fear and avoid
Amelia from now on. Although my precious Amelia has already asked for mercy on that woman's
behalf, I still can't let her get out of jail unscathed.”
“Yes, Boss!” Hugo answered.
After hanging up, Oscar kept his phone and went to bed. He carefully took his pillow from Amelia's
arms and put it under his head. Then, he kissed her forehead. “You. I don't care who begged you to
spare her, but I'll do as you wish since you want me to show them mercy. However, I won't let that
person get off the hook so easily.”
He shut his eyes and fell asleep after that.
The next day, Oscar received a phone call from Hugo when he arrived at the office. He pressed the
answer button before asking, “Have you settled everything like I told you to last night?”
“It's done. Don't worry, Boss.”
“All right. Good. Tell the police to keep that woman in jail for about four to five days before letting her
out.”
“Don't worry, Boss. I've already arranged it. They won't let her out so easily.” “Okay. That's all for now.” With that, Oscar hung up the phone.
Jennifer, who had hardly slept all night, learned from her lawyer that Oscar was dropping the charges
and wasn't going to sue her mother anymore. Her hands trembled when she heard the news, and she
was on the verge of crying tears of joy after confirming it.
She sobbed and said, “Thank you so much, Mr. Finley. Thank you for going back and forth from the
police station to settle this. Please get my mom out of jail, no matter how much money it takes. Once
this is over, I'll make sure to reimburse your efforts with a nice monetary gift.”
“Don't get too excited yet, Ms. Larson. I've just gone to the police station and learned something.
Although the Clintons have dropped the charges, Oscar has told the police to keep Mrs. Larson in there
for a couple more days. A lot can happen during these few days. Knowing how capable Mr. Clinton is,
no one can say for sure what he might do to your mother,” Nigel Finley, the lawyer that Jennifer hired,
replied.
Jennifer's heart dropped at once. “Mr. Finley, what do you mean by that?”
“I have a good relationship with one of the officers at the police station. He told me that Mr. Clinton
instructed someone to teach Mrs. Larson a lesson. I'm afraid she might get messed with a bit.
However, that's better than being sentenced to a long time in jail. I suggest you don't do anything rash
in the meantime to avoid offending Mr. Clinton. Otherwise, Mrs. Larson might suffer from more
consequences,” Nigel advised.
That sent Jennifer into a shocked daze. After pausing for a while, she regained her voice and spoke.
“Thanks for the advice, Mr. Finley.” She was getting more and more worried after hanging up the phone. Hence, she grabbed her purse
and got into her car before heading toward the police station.
“Officer Lynch, can you do me a favor? I'd like to see my mom,” Jennifer asked one of the female
officers with a name tag showing Layla Lynch.
Layla glanced at Jennifer before saying sternly, “Ms. Larson, it's not that I don't want to help you, but
Mr. Clinton has pressured our chief. He says we can't let you see your mother for now. Please don't
make it hard on me. Also, don't try to ask the others to do you such a favor. At Tayhaven, the Clintons
are the most influential and affluent family. Unless you manage to get someone more powerful than
them to back you up, please don't give us a hard time. I'm sorry. I can't help you.”
“Officer Lynch, it's not like my mom has committed a serious crime, nor did she rob or kill. All she did
was accidentally hurt someone during an altercation. Besides, the victim wasn't even seriously injured.
Usually, the offender would privately compensate the other party for this kind of crime, no? What right
do you have to prevent me from seeing my mom? Are you not afraid that I'll get my lawyer to sue the
police station for wrongful detention and preventing family members from visiting? Although I can't
afford to mess with Oscar, I'm still capable of getting you fired, you know?” Jennifer's eyes narrowed as
she threatened Layla.
That prompted a cold glare from Layla, who grabbed a stack of documents from the table. “Ms. Larson,
if you have so much free time on hand, why don't you get back to work? I'm only doing as told by my
superiors. I'll accept all of your complaints if you're not satisfied with my job performance. However,
please don't disrupt me from doing my job. If you want to offend Oscar again and let him sue you guys
once more, that's up to you. If not, please go home and wait for updates.” She then turned around and left.
Jennifer scratched her head in frustration. Ultimately, she had no choice but to leave the police station.
After thinking things through, she decided it was best not to offend Oscar because she feared her
mother would suffer the consequences.
Jennifer felt defeated under Oscar's suppression. Try as she may, none of her connections worked. For
the first time in her life, she realized how drastically different family backgrounds could influence two
parties' outcomes in a fight.
She walked out of the police station and drove home dejectedly.
“Dad,” Jennifer greeted when she walked into the living room. Her father, Vincent, was sitting on the
couch while drinking alone. She walked toward him and asked, “Are you not going to work today?”
Vincent put down the glass in his hand and said, “I don't have the mood for that because I haven't
heard anything from your mom yet. That's why I'm drinking at home to relieve my stress.”
“Dad, Oscar is planning on dropping the charges. I've just gone to the police station. They told me
Oscar is only keeping mom in there for a few days before letting her out. By then, our family will
reunite.”
Vincent's eyes lit up instantly, and his mood improved. He asked with excitement, “Really?”
“Yes, dad. I've already gotten someone to verify it. Indeed, Oscar told his lawyer to drop the charges. In
the next few days, Mom will be released from jail.” Jennifer then sat down next to Vincent and took the alcohol off the table. “Dad, drink less, okay? It's not
good for your health.”
That sparked a smile on Vincent's face. “I'm troubled, that's all. It's the only reason I'm drinking. Once
your mom gets home, I'll be so happy that I won't drink anymore. Still, we've been trying to convince
Oscar to drop the charges for so long. Why did he suddenly change his mind?”
That last question puzzled Vincent greatly.
Jennifer pondered for a while before saying, “I went to see Derrick, Tiffany's boyfriend, for help
yesterday. Since Tiffany is Amelia's best friend, I guess Derrick told Tiffany to put in some good words
with Amelia.”
Vincent gave it some thought and said meaningfully, “In that case, you've got to thank Derrick. When
your mum gets out, we should treat him to dinner. And, since his mum likes you, perhaps you should
try to impress his mum too.”
“Dad, what are you on about?” Jennifer abruptly stood up from the couch and added, “I'm exhausted.
I'll head upstairs to rest now.”
She then walked up the stairs without sparing him another glance.
Vincent couldn't help but darken his gaze as he watched Jennifer go up to her room. After that, he sat
back down on the couch and continued drinking.
After a few days, Laura was finally getting released. Jennifer and Vincent noticed her weakened mentalstate when they went to fetch her. She was not only pale but had also lost quite a bit of weight. In fact,
she had lost all of her elegance and confident aura, and she looked dispirited when she got out.
Jennifer went up to Laura and held her before asking worriedly, “Mom, what happened to you?”
Yet, Laura only shook her head and answered weakly, “Let's head home. I'm feeling a little tired.”
Jennifer then helped Laura to the car. She was utterly heartbroken when she saw how much the latter
had changed into a shell of a person in less than half a month.
“Mom, I'm sorry,” Jennifer apologized remorsefully.
Despite that apology, Laura just shut her eyes and replied weakly, “Jennifer, I need to sleep. Wake me
up when we get home.”
She then gradually drifted to sleep. At that moment, anyone could tell she looked very dog-tired.
Jennifer's heart churned at her mother's miserable-looking state. If only I'd listened to my family, none
of this would've happened.
“Dad, we should sue the officers at the police station. It's not like the Larson family is a low-class family
that others can step all over on. We should teach those incompetent public servants a lesson and show
them the Clintons aren't the only ones in Tayhaven with money. Although we can't afford to go up
against the Clintons, I don't think we're so powerless against those officers.” Jennifer narrowed her
eyes and gritted her teeth. Vincent's gaze darkened as he grimly answered, “Jennifer, now that your mum has finally got released,
we ought not to cause any trouble in the meantime. We should at least wait until things settle down
before doing anything.”
A moment passed as Jennifer pondered before reluctantly answering, “Got it, Dad.”
When they arrived at the Larsons' residence, Jennifer woke Laura up by gently nudging the latter's
shoulders. “Mom, we're home. Wake up.”
Laura opened her tired eyes and feebly asked, “We're here?”
“Yes. We're home.” Jennifer cautiously helped the former out of the car while saying, “Mom, be careful.”
Upon entering the mansion, a maid was waiting for them with a bucket of water.
“Mom, you've been in there for a few days. I recently heard about this superstitious belief that you
should get splashed with a bucket of water to wash off all your bad luck. Is it okay if you do it?” Jennifer
asked nicely.
Laura's gaze suddenly snapped toward Jennifer upon hearing that. Within a second, it was as if Laura
had gone berserk, and she shouted, “What are you trying to do, Jennifer? Did you want me to stay at
the police station longer? Do you have to come up with such a dirty trick to torture me?”
That aggressive reaction shocked every cell within Jennifer.
She asked in disbelief, “Mom, what's up with you? Is something wrong?” Laura took a deep breath and calmed herself before saying, “It's nothing. Get the maid to leave now.”
At that point, Jennifer had no choice but to wave the maid away.
It was then that Laura shrugged Jennifer's hands off her and sat on the couch on her own.
“Mom, why don't I get a glass of warm milk for you?” Jennifer asked.
However, Laura shook her head. “There's no need for that.”
Suspicion and concern overwhelmed Jennifer as she walked over and sat beside her mother. She
asked softly, “Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you tired? Do you want me to help you upstairs to
rest?”
Again, Laura waved her hand in dismissal and said, “Jennifer, why don't we get out of the country
instead? Let's not stay here anymore.”
That comment caused Jennifer to widen her eyes in shock as she asked, “Mom, why do you want to
get out of the country so suddenly?”
A grim look crept up Laura's face at once. She glowered at Jennifer, her face distorted with rage as she
snapped, “Suddenly? Jennifer, don't you have a conscience? Am I not like this because of you? Do you
know what I've gone through in jail? I'm a sophisticated and wealthy woman! Do you know I got bullied
and beaten up in there? Since when have I ever suffered such a treatment? All of this is your fault!
You're the reason I've become this haggard-looking thing!”“Mom, you're blaming me for everything?” Jennifer's voice was trembling, and tears were welling up in
her eyes.