Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 633: They Are Not Husband and Wife

Jasmine Lucas seemed thirsty, picked up the juice Audrey Sutton had just poured, and took a big gulp without hesitation, patting her chest and saying, "Domestic violence perpetrators are our main targets! We’ve handled countless such cases, as long as the money’s there..."

Audrey Sutton heard Jasmine Lucas’s words, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "Money is not a problem."

Jasmine Lucas: "I love people like you, so straightforward and generous."

Laura Yates always had a hint of doubt in her eyes while looking at Jasmine Lucas, tugged on Audrey Sutton’s arm, and whispered to her, "Audrey, is this person reliable? Could she be a scam artist?"

Before Audrey Sutton could answer, Phoebe King spoke to Jasmine Lucas, "How about we pay the rest if the job is done to our satisfaction?"

Obviously, both the sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law had thought of the same point.

Jasmine Lucas: "We also have our rules. Generally, we first collect a deposit and settle the balance after the task is complete. If I do a good job, you’ll naturally be happy to pay. If we mess up, we wouldn’t feel right taking your money, right? Besides, Mrs. Warner, it’s an honor that someone of your stature found us at The White Mist Alliance."

Audrey Sutton: "Then what is your method of handling things? Can you completely rescue that girl from domestic violence?"

Jasmine Lucas: "The specific plan needs to be tailored to the current situation of the person involved, but rest assured, we have a divorce rate of 99% in domestic violence cases. Things like the abuser refusing to divorce or the court not wanting to rule in favor of divorce are not a problem for us. We will help the woman gather enough evidence for divorce so that she can not only divorce successfully and escape domestic violence but even get a large share of marital assets and compensation for emotional distress. We have ample experience in these matters, so rest assured, Mrs. Warner."

Audrey Sutton listened to Jasmine Lucas and indeed felt this organization seemed quite capable, but...

"They are not a married couple...they’re siblings. Can you help in such a case?"

"Siblings?" Jasmine Lucas was also stunned for a moment, thought for a bit, and said: "We don’t encounter sibling domestic violence often, but in such cases, we can help the girl create favorable injury assessments to prosecute the brother criminally. Our lawyers are world-class, and the brother will definitely be dealt with harshly; it’s not impossible to lock him up for ten or twenty years."

Audrey Sutton thought that she had considered such channels, and Vanessa herself must have as well, but The Sterling family’s status is unusual. Even if there was an injury assessment, the lawyers might not be able to argue against the resources of The Sterling family.

Furthermore, even if he was truly sentenced, The Sterling family would certainly find a way to get Miles Sterling out, and by then, with Miles Sterling holding a grudge, who knows what situation Vanessa would face...

But then again, although The Sterling family is influential, The White Mist Alliance is also not a formal organization. Who knows what different outcome could emerge if these two forces collide?

Therefore, Audrey Sutton chose to let Jasmine Lucas confront Miles Sterling...

Hospital.

Miles Sterling lay pale on the hospital bed, looking somewhat troubled.

Wendy Jennings sat beside the bed, peeling an orange while saying, "Son, have you listened to all that I’ve told you?"

Miles Sterling was unmoved, his gaze fixed on the window outside the hospital room.

"You’re not young anymore; you should understand. You can’t be so willful anymore. Your mom asks your uncle to arrange a more relaxed position for you in the company. As long as you’re willing to learn, your uncle is willing to teach you."

"Also, you’re not young anymore. Your aunt came over the other day to talk about a match for you. The girl looks pretty good in the photo. She’s graduating from university in half a year, and her family runs a casino, so they’re well-off. Your aunt asked me to find out when you’ll be available so you two can meet."

Miles Sterling still showed no reaction, staring out the window without a move, his frown deepening, his sense of impatience gradually building up.

Wendy Jennings didn’t notice and continued, seeing Miles’s indifference, "I know you don’t like to hear these things, but in two or three years you’ll be thirty. You can’t spend your life without a job or marriage like this. Your dad and I are getting older, and you’re our only son. We also want to see our grandchild someday. You have to think about your parents too."

"Your uncle is planning to establish a branch office, and by then, he’ll need people to help. He can’t do everything alone. Seize this chance to learn from him. He’s not the kind to be greedy or selfish. If he sees your potential, he might hand over the company here to you. You, you should learn from him, don’t spend all day playing around outside, put some effort into legitimate endeavors, and don’t hang around with..."

"Get out!" Miles Sterling suddenly yelled, interrupting Wendy Jennings mid-sentence, startling her so much that she almost dropped the knife she was using to peel the orange.

"...Son, why are you so upset? Lie back down."

"Get out!" Miles Sterling shouted even louder, pointing his IV-dripped hand towards the door.

Wendy Jennings quickly put down the knife and the half-peeled orange, gently placed Miles’s IV hand back on the bed, and hurriedly agreed, "Okay, okay, I’ll go out. Calm down, lie back down. I won’t say anymore, don’t get upset."

Miles Sterling’s chest heaved violently, clearly filled with rage.

Wendy Jennings took a couple of steps towards the door, then turned to look at Miles, softly asking, "What would you like to eat tonight? I’ll have someone make it and bring it to you."

Miles Sterling remained silent, sitting on the bed. Seeing his foul mood, Wendy Jennings didn’t dare to disturb him further: "...Then rest well, I’ll come back to see you tonight."

With that, Wendy Jennings reluctantly left the room, closing the door behind her, anxious not to provoke him into an emotional upheaval that could hinder his recovery from injuries.

The hospital room fell silent again, with Miles Sterling still seething, sitting in the same position on the bed.

This time, the doctor had wrapped bandages around his neck multiple times, the pallor of his face lending a touch of frailty to his usually arrogant demeanor.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Miles Sterling took a deep breath, picked up the phone by his bedside, and glanced at it. The numerous new messages from various people only added to his frustration, while the last message from the pinned contact was from a month ago.

She had gone out and forgotten her keys, taking the initiative to message him about when he’d come back.

Frustrated, he put down the phone, lay back on the bed, his gaze wandering to the ceiling, his mind drifting and his focus gradually fading.

"Click—" The sound came from the door, and a short girl came rushing to the bedside, tears streaming, crying out: "Brother! You can’t die! You’ve got to hang in there, boohoo... Sister can’t live without you! If you’re gone, I can’t survive either! God! Please open your eyes, I have no parents, just this poor brother to rely on!"