George’s POV:
I attended a product research and development meeting with Jane in the morning, and I had a meeting
with the manufacturer in the afternoon.So, I had lunch with Jane in the staff canteen.
After a satisfactory lunch, we left side by side, still discussing aspects of the meeting scheduled for that
afternoon.
But before we could walk out of the staff canteen, I saw an impatient Helen hurrying towards us.I’d
never seen Helen walk in that brisk fashion before.Her body language with the tense strides and fiery
eyes, conveyed that she was on the warpath.
"Jane, you bitch! What did you say to my mother?"
Helen’s tone was furious and resentful.She marched up to Jane and raised her hand to slap her Helen
was bordering on hysteria.Her eyes were filled with hatred for Jane.It seemed that given the chance,
she could kill Jane then and there.
I instinctively grabbed Helen’s wrist to stop her from creating a scene in public No matter what the
conflict she had with Jane, it was no reason for her to wash her dirty linen in public.
And inciting violence on the premises was a definite no-no.
But the situation turned calamitous, A crisp slap resounded in the staff canteen.I was shocked beyond
belief Helen didn’t manage to slap Jane, because I had restrained her.
But at that moment, a bright red palm print appeared on Helen’s face.
It was shocking.
Helen’s head turned swiftly to the side with the impact of that power packed slap.
When she came to her senses, she looked at me incredulously.
The dull light in her eyes disappeared and turned into a cold void.I stared at Helen in a complete daze.
All of a sudden, the wrist in my hand was so heavy that I couldn’t hold it.
The coldness in her eyes, like winter frost, almost devoured me.I never expected Jane to hit Helen.
Jane had taken the opportunity when I blocked Helen’s slap, to land her a blow.It all happened so
suddenly, I could not react.
When I came to my senses, I realized how much my instinctive action had hurt Helen "Helen…"I called
her name and wanted to explain.But I was at a loss for words.
She glared at me with such fury that I felt too choked to speak.Her anger, coupled with astonishment,
floored her.
Helen shook off my hand and took a step back.She glared at me with disappointment.Her glare was
like countless sharp, cold knives, stabbing into my heart, riddling it with bloody holes.
"So, this is your final choice." She let out a wry chuckle.
Then with endless sadness and desolation in her eyes, she looked away from me and ran off.
"Damn it! How dare you hit Helen? Do you think no one has her back? I’ll rip your face off of your skull!"
Lucy appeared from nowhere and roared angrily.
She passed by me like a tornado and grabbed Jane’s hair.
Jane was no match for the strong Lucy, Jane ran behind me to hide.I wanted to chase after Helen, but
Jane grabbed my clothes and used me as a shield against Lucy, who was standing in front of me.I was
literally trapped between two mad women, This embarrassing situation in my place of work was indeed
a dark blotch in my life.I shouted at the dozens of onlookers who had gathered around us.
"Call the security!" I didn’t want to help Lucy or Jane.I just wanted to find Helen as soon as possible
and | explain that she had misunderstood my action.I pushed past the two squealing women and ran
out.
But Helen had already left Several people walked past me, but none of them were Helen.By now, I was
feeling really frustrated.
Helen had been avoiding me recently And now she must be so disappointed in me My intention in
holding Helen’s wrist was to prevent her from creating a scene for all and sundry to witness and gossip
about.
People could be mean sometimes, and I just didn’t want her to get hurt.
But now, everyone would be gossiping and speculating about this unfortunate incident.I never in a
thousand years expected prim and proper Jane to slap Helen so hard and so quickly Helen must feel
so hurt.It was all my fault.
The worst part was, it almost looked like I spurred Jane on to slap Helen.I stood dejectedly downstairs
the office building, and my heart ached badly.
Helen’s POV:
I didn’t manage to hit Jane.
Instead, I was slapped by her.
My face was burning from the slap I couldn’t believe that George grabbed my hand and allowed Jane
to hit me. A part of my heart collapsed and crushed into pieces.
George’s face overlapped with my father’s in my mind at this moment. When I was a child, Jane always
provoked me with hurtful words.
It used to irritate me but I could not compete with her verbally.So I would try to beat her up for being
mean to me.
But every time I tried to beat Jane, my father would come and catch me in the act.He would grab me
and then Jane would take the opportunity to punch me hard.
Just like what had happened today, she hit me without sparing any strength.It hurt deeply.She had
always hit me on my covered areas.So no matter how hard she hit me, people never noticed any trace
left on my body.I could not win against her.
My father would always force me to apologize to her.
There was no exception.
Now George made the same choice as my father.He was a replica of the man I despised.I had
nowhere to go.My face was burning and my heart seemed to be crushed by a giant wheel.
The image of George grabbing my wrist tightly and protecting Jane behind him lingered in my mind It
turned out that this was his choice.He was no different from my father.
They said people’s subconscious actions mirrored their real thoughts.So, when I had a conflict with
Jane, he subconsciously chose to protect Jane.I had asked him many times who he would choose
between Jane and me.
Now it seemed that this question was ridiculous.His choice was obvious, wasn’t it? Perhaps, it had
always been clear and I was too blind to see it.
He would rather break up with me than give up Jane.Even if he hadn’t spelt it out to me.I should have
read between the lines.
So, when I asked that question, he must have considered it rhetorical.
How could I even compare with the high and mighty Jane? .
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