Stop Panicking! Miss Jacobs will Not Look Back!-Chapter 254: The One Who Made Her Childhood Less Lonely Was Elias
Juliana Jacobs instinctively lifted her head.
Outside the screen that only let shadows pass through, she saw a nurse warmly leading a mother and daughter inside.
"Elder Warner is seeing only ten patients today; there are just two more before it’s Second Miss Sinclair’s turn. Please wait a moment in the lounge."
Florence Sinclair, leaning on Mrs. Sinclair’s arm, pouted and said, "Mom, the herbal medicine is so bitter."
Mrs. Sinclair patted her hand and laughed, "My dear daughter, Elder Warner is an exceptional doctor. Let him adjust your health so that right after you marry Auden, you can have children. Your father and I are eagerly waiting for a grandchild. I’ll personally prepare it for you and add plenty of sugar so it tastes sweet."
The nurse leading them smiled and said, "Mrs. Sinclair is famous for doting on her daughter in Kingsford, you truly are a wonderful mother."
The three of them laughed and entered the VIP lounge.
Behind the screen, Juliana’s lips curled into a chilly smile.
She recalled being ill as a child, always accompanied by the family’s servants and Elias Langley, never her mother.
Back then, Mrs. Sinclair was always busy, taking care of her father like a national treasure while managing her own career.
Even when Juliana had a fever and craved a hug, her mother didn’t have the time, let alone hope for Mrs. Sinclair’s hands that explored the mysteries of life to prepare medicine for her.
But ever since she went missing, this woman who once tirelessly attended to her husband and career found time to personally care for a foster daughter, even becoming a notorious "daughter-loving demon."
How ironic.
"What are you thinking?"
With two boxes of pills in hand, Elias Langley lifted her chin, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Why are your eyes red?"
Juliana quickly calmed her emotions, "The table bumped my hand."
She forcefully rubbed her hand.
Elias hurriedly caught her hand, holding it in his palm.
"Take it easy. You’ll bruise it if you keep rubbing."
His words made Juliana laugh.
Then, hand in hand, they left the clinic.
In the parking lot outside, Elias instinctively glanced at the white Alpha parked by the roadside.
Seemingly nonchalantly, Juliana asked, "Mrs. Sinclair and Florence are also at the clinic. Do you want to go back and say hi?"
Elias looked at her with a calm expression, "If we didn’t run into them, it’s better not to get involved."
"Are you avoiding them because of Isabelle Sinclair?"
Elias chuckled gently and ushered her into the passenger seat, "Mrs. Langley, you’re overthinking it."
Afterwards, Elias drove her back to Number 17 Dovian Street and left, telling her he’d be home late tonight.
Juliana guessed he might visit the Sinclair Family tonight, so she didn’t ask anything but made a plan in her heart.
As she passed Elias’s study.
The door was open, and Mrs. Dalton was cleaning.
Curious, Juliana walked to the doorway and saw Steward Fay was also in the study.
This must be a critical place, so even the cleaning was supervised by Steward Fay.
"Ma’am, anything you need?" Steward Fay asked.
Juliana wisely stayed at the door, didn’t go inside, and smiled, "Just passing by, saw the door open, got curious, decided to have a look."
Steward Fay promptly replied, "We should take you through the entire courtyard so you’re familiar with it."
His words had just finished when Mrs. Dalton accidentally dropped a ceramic decoration on the carpet with a "thud."
It didn’t break, but she quickly picked it up with care, touched it, and then wiped it with a towel.
"Oh dear, that scared me. This is something that belonged to that lady, and the master keeps it here all year, often holding and playing with it. If it breaks, I couldn’t repay even if you took my head off."
Since they couldn’t use titles like "First Lady" or "Second Lady" anymore, Mrs. Dalton referred to "that lady."
"So, be careful then," Steward Fay advised. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Dalton promptly placed the little decoration back in its spot and nodded, "Yes, Steward Fay, I heard this was that lady’s favorite item when she was a child, and the master has kept it nearby for many years, right? Oh, the master truly is a sentimental person."
How could Juliana not hear the words Mrs. Dalton intentionally said for her to hear?
But her face showed no emotion, nor did she respond.
The fallen ceramic figurine was a panda eating bamboo, paired with the smaller one on the table.
When she was seven, her mother had brought it back as a gift after accompanying her father on a business trip abroad.
Mrs. Sinclair said they represented a mother and daughter, but Juliana stubbornly believed it symbolized Elias Langley and herself.
With eight years between them, Elias was always a large figure in her mind’s eye.
Not that she had any feelings at such a young age, but in her childhood memories, the happiest times were weekends and school breaks because someone would accompany her.
Elias graduated early at twenty, and despite being busy later, he always found time to appear before her when she needed someone.
In short, Elias, not her parents, ensured her childhood wasn’t lonely.
Juliana’s memory hadn’t fully returned, but slight triggers would bring back some recollections.
A headache surged, and she rubbed her forehead.
"Mrs. Dalton, you talk too much," Steward Fay remarked.
"Okay, I’ll shut up."
Mrs. Dalton cheerfully folded the rag, indicating the cleaning was done.
The two of them left the study one after the other.
Looking at Juliana’s furrowed brows, Mrs. Dalton thought her words had hurt Juliana’s feelings, softly advising, "Madam, please don’t take it to heart. The master is a man of emotions; nostalgia is a good thing. A man with a broad heart that accommodates old acquaintances can naturally treat new ones kindly. Be understanding, and life will be harmonious."
In a man’s hearing, it may sound ordinary, but a woman could discern the hidden implications.
With a quiet click, Steward Fay closed the door and went on with his duties.
Juliana looked at Mrs. Dalton’s "good-hearted" face with a smile, her eyes reflecting deep thoughts.
"My husband’s nostalgia is a testament to his noble character. It’s not easy to work inside these doors, so I hope everyone at home stays focused on the present, speaks less, doesn’t fantasize, and dutifully does their job. That way, the household remains peaceful, wouldn’t you agree?"
The warm smile on Mrs. Dalton’s face froze instantly, her hand clutching the soft cloth, and she quickly bowed her head.
"Yes... yes, Madam, you’re right, I’ll remember."
In the evening, Elias Langley went as promised to Sinclair Manor.
Medicinal herbs were brewing in the kitchen, the scent of medicine filling the living room. Old Mr. Sinclair and Mrs. Sinclair were present, each carrying a hint of chill in their gazes towards Elias.
"Got yourself a new sweetheart and no longer care about my daughter?" Mrs. Sinclair began.
Elias remained calm, "I’ve never given up searching for her."
"A sample of my daughter’s blood appeared in Kenton. I don’t believe it was a lab error, though the sample’s now contaminated and can’t be retested. I still think she’s alive. But your progress is slow. How can I trust you’re not evading?"
"Time will prove everything."
Elias, generally a man of few words outside, exasperated Mrs. Sinclair with his stance, but she found no outlet for her anger.
"Then, what about Isabelle’s incident? She was beaten by that woman. Are we just going to let it pass?"
"When Isabelle Sinclair barged into the room, my wife was still in her nightgown. If I had been there, I would have hit harder."
"Elias!" Mrs. Sinclair was finally furious, "Don’t forget you promised to treat her like you treated Helena!"
"But that doesn’t mean I’d condone her unruly behavior."
Elias’s calm retort left Mrs. Sinclair speechless.
Old Mr. Sinclair lifted his deep, piercing eyes, speaking slowly, "Elias, you married my granddaughter’s tablet not six months ago before remarrying, do you treat us, this engagement, with any seriousness?"
Elias nodded slightly, "Your critique is warranted; it was a lack of judgment and courtesy on my end. Yet, whether marrying the tablet or my current wife, my intentions are sincere."
Old Mr. Sinclair’s gaze remained intense, his tone rising slightly, "Knowing a mistake is one thing; accountability is another."
Elias removed his coat, "I understand, but I have duties that prevent me from kneeling."
Old Mr. Sinclair nodded, "Then proceed to the courtyard."
He then instructed the steward to summon the family law.
At that moment, a servant rushed in, reporting, "Sir, Madam, there’s a woman claiming to be the wife’s madam outside, requesting entry."
