Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 239: Elias Langley Bails Out Sylvia Sheridan
A slight tingling sensation came from her scalp.
Juliana Jacobs suddenly turned around and met Mason Sheridan’s apologetic face.
"Sorry, I slipped and didn’t stand firm, my apologies."
He repeatedly apologized while instinctively hiding the hand holding a strand of hair behind his back.
Juliana Jacobs rubbed the stinging back of her head, her eyes narrowing sharply, and suddenly reached out to grab a handful of his hair.
Mason Sheridan yelped in pain but didn’t dare fight back with both hands.
Juliana Jacobs mercilessly pulled out a tuft of hair from his head as if uprooting weeds and then nonchalantly threw it into the trash can by the temple door.
"I am a person who distinguishes clearly between gratitude and grudges; if someone digs a foot on me, I will take a yard from them." She said coldly.
Mason Sheridan rubbed his reddened scalp, his eyelids twitching, yet he remained defiant, "I said it was an accident, why did you retaliate? It’s too much!"
Master Kasyapa, who had been watching the situation unfold, gazed calmly over Mason Sheridan, his hands clasped together, his voice deep and rich.
"Benevolent one, in a pure land, every thought and action is the seed for future outcomes. Do not plant seeds of thorns in a field of blessings."
Victor Langley seemed to understand the abbot’s words and was displeased with his brother-in-law for causing a scene that interrupted his son’s blessing ceremony, saying, "Stay away from her!"
Mason Sheridan reluctantly retreated a few steps.
Although the ceremony continued after a brief interruption, the solemnity had already been fractured and could not be restored until it ended.
Before dinner, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.
Juliana Jacobs specifically went to visit the abbot, and when she came out of his room, she was holding a simple copper incense box.
As she walked, she examined it, and while passing by Mason Sheridan "without noticing," she muttered to herself, "I never expected to find such an old item hidden in the temple, this trip was worth it."
Mason Sheridan, who was always obsessed with antiques, was instantly intrigued by her words and immediately turned to extend his neck for a closer look.
Juliana Jacobs felt an unkind gaze from behind, suddenly turned back, looked at him with disdain, clutched the incense box tightly, and quickly returned to her room.
This bait made Mason Sheridan even more restless.
That night, after dinner, everyone returned to their rooms.
Sylvia Sheridan went to wash up, leaving Juliana Jacobs alone in the room. She placed two incense boxes on the table.
One was the Poisonous Incense given by Sylvia Sheridan, and the other was the copper incense box she had taken from the abbot’s room.
Then there was a knock at the door, and the fish took the bait.
Juliana Jacobs opened the door and saw Mason Sheridan, her eyes immediately wary: "What’s up?"
Mason Sheridan grinned, his gaze sweeping past her shoulder into the room.
"I didn’t expect you to be interested in incense. Sylvia also loves making incense; you two can have a great chat tonight."
Juliana Jacobs raised an eyebrow, deliberately blocking his view with her body.
"I’m not interested in incense; it’s just that the incense gifted by the abbot contains a two-hundred-year-old ambergris, which is quite valuable."
Mason Sheridan’s eyes flashed with excitement.
He repressed his excitement and lowered his voice, "You don’t know antiques; you’ll ruin it in your hands. Why not give it to me?"
Juliana Jacobs crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the doorpost: "I have Elias Langley, how could it ruin in my hands? Besides, I’d rather use it up tonight than let it go cheap to you."
Mason Sheridan was so choked by her words that his face turned pale, yet he dared not erupt in the serene corridor.
Seeing the two boxes of incense on the table, one of which was Sylvia Sheridan’s.
If he couldn’t take the copper box, taking this one might still be worthwhile.
He walked in unceremoniously, grabbed the box of Poisonous Incense from the table, cursed, and left without looking back.
A cold smile flashed in Juliana Jacobs’ eyes.
As soon as Mason Sheridan’s figure disappeared down the corridor, Sylvia Sheridan returned.
Seeing the incense box on the table, she asked curiously, "You’ve taken an interest in incense making too?"
Juliana Jacobs snorted coldly, putting away the incense box.
"This stuff shortens your life if you smell too much of it, wouldn’t you know?"
Sylvia Sheridan was rendered speechless by her words.
That night, the two went to sleep in their separate rooms without speaking to each other.
At dawn the next day, a scream pierced the morning tranquility of the temple.
Leona Sheridan wanted to wake her brother for breakfast, but no matter how she knocked on the door, Mason Sheridan wouldn’t wake up.
So she asked someone to open the door and found Mason Sheridan unconscious in his room, barely breathing.
The scream drew everyone over, including Juliana Jacobs and Sylvia Sheridan, who were about to head to the dining hall.
Victor Langley kept his composure, quickly asking his assistant to arrange a car to take Mason Sheridan to the hospital.
The temple authorities called the police.
In the chaos, Sylvia Sheridan noticed the silver incense box in Mason Sheridan’s room, her heart skipping a beat.
Her specially made Calming Incense was packed in identical boxes, making it impossible to discern whether this one was hers or one acquired by Mason Sheridan elsewhere.
She instinctively clenched her fingers, cold sweat seeping into her palms.
"Sylvia, accompany him in the car!" Victor Langley ordered in a deep voice.
Sylvia Sheridan didn’t have time to think twice; she responded and hurried to the parking lot.
After the crowd dispersed, and before the temple authorities arranged for someone to protect the scene, Juliana Jacobs quietly entered the room still lingering with the scent of poisonous incense.
She found a sealed bag containing a few strands of hair in the compartment of Mason Sheridan’s travel bag.
She quickly took the sealed bag, but as soon as she stepped out of the room, she encountered Master Kasyapa standing in the corridor.
Juliana Jacobs didn’t know when he had gotten there, but it felt like he had been waiting for her.
She pursed her lips and explained, "I was just here to retrieve my belongings."
Master Kasyapa clasped his hands together, "Benevolent one, fate arises and perishes on its own. Obsession too deep invites its own peril."
Juliana Jacobs stood in the cold morning wind, her face betraying no panic from being caught.
She slowly brushed back her hair, revealing a scar underneath.
"May I ask, Master, if surrounded by hungry wolves with no retreat, should one confront the inevitable slaughter or cut off the wolves’ claws to protect oneself?"
She did not admit to anything, only stated her predicament.
Master Kasyapa’s eyes showed a trace of compassion.
"The Vajra is fierce to subdue the four demons; the Bodhisattva is compassionate to save the six realms. Whether one wishes to be either is up to one’s own fate."
Juliana Jacobs understood that he would let her go.
She bowed slightly to him and walked away.
But Master Kasyapa spoke again, "Benevolent one, do not let the abyss of yesterday hinder the crossing of today’s boat. Letting go is wisdom, not compromise."
Juliana Jacobs’ heartstrings slightly trembled. After a moment of silence, she turned and put her hands together in a prayer gesture.
"Whatever lies ahead depends on my heart; thank you, Master."
She continued to leave, her figure appearing resolute and cold in the morning light.
After returning to the city, Juliana Jacobs went to Aetherflame Dynamics and quickly immersed herself in work.
Elias Langley had been busy lately as well, and the two hadn’t been able to meet—an unspoken understanding that streamlined their communication to a non-negotiable nightly video call.
After two or three days, one morning, Raine Kane entered her office.
"Juliana, good news, Jared Langley woke up this morning, and his memory has returned to normal."
Juliana Jacobs looked up at her, waiting for the rest of the story.
Raine Kane continued, "Mason Sheridan’s situation isn’t good; the poison caused asphyxiation and brain edema. The doctor said he might become a vegetable. Also, the police who went to Serenity Temple took Sylvia Sheridan away this morning."
Juliana Jacobs absentmindedly wiped her fingers, as if brushing away some inconsequential dust.
"So the bad news is," Raine Kane’s voice grew solemn, "Mr. Langley has arranged for Sylvia Sheridan’s bail."
