Chapter 716:
Monica’s face darkened with frustration. The whole incident had been so sudden—how could she possibly have proof?
“You’re accusing me without evidence,” Yelena continued, her voice unwavering. “That’s slander.”
Monica, grasping for support, turned to Maggie with pleading eyes. “Mrs. Barton, you saw it too, didn’t you?”
Maggie hesitated, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. Then, with a faint shrug, she feigned ignorance. “Huh? I just saw you lose your voice suddenly, but I have no idea why,” she said innocently.
Monica froze, her face paling. Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill. “Maybe… maybe I was just imagining things,” she muttered, her voice quivering.
Watching Monica’s forlorn expression, Maggie felt a twinge of sympathy but remained silent, unsure of what to say.
Still, Maggie couldn’t bring herself to dislike Yelena. Something about Yelena’s straightforward demeanor was oddly endearing.
Austin stepped in, his voice cutting through the tension. “Alright. If there’s no evidence, then it was just an accident. Monica, your leg is injured. You should go back to your ward and rest. Wandering around might worsen your condition.”
He paused, then added, “Don’t worry. You were hurt saving my mother, so I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”
Monica’s eyes glistened with tears as she looked at him. “Do you really mean that? Will you truly take care of me?” she asked, her tone almost childlike.
Maggie, watching this exchange, felt a pang of unease. She feared Monica might resort to guilt-tripping Austin into marrying her.
Maggie had once liked Monica, but after spending time with Yelena, she realized how much she admired Yelena’s straightforwardness and authenticity.
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Compared to Yelena, Monica seemed… less genuine.
Clearing her throat, Maggie interjected gently, “We’ll make sure you’re well looked after, Monica, until your leg is fully healed.”
Monica glanced at her, forcing a smile, though the disappointment in her eyes was unmistakable.
Deep down, Monica already knew the answer to the question that haunted her. But she refused to accept it.
She had known Austin longer than Yelena, and she knew everything about him. Why should she lose to Yelena, who had only just entered the picture?
Monica gazed at Maggie with a pleading look. “Mrs. Barton, only you can help me now.”
Her pitiful demeanor could easily evoke sympathy. When Maggie saw Monica in such a state, she felt moved.
“What happened? I’ll help if I can,” Maggie offered.
While Maggie was sympathetic, she was not easily swayed by emotional manipulation.
Monica understood that despite Maggie’s kindness, she wasn’t weak.
“Here’s the situation. All my relatives here in Eighfast have traveled abroad, and my parents are out of the country as well. I have no one, and to top it off, I’ve now broken my leg. Could you possibly take me in until I recover?” Monica asked, her voice laden with desperation. Monica’s appeal was so poignant that Maggie found it difficult to say no.
Maggie chuckled lightly. “I was worried it was something serious. Yes, you can stay with us. It’s no trouble at all.”
“Really? Thank you so much,” Monica responded, her voice trembling with relief.
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