Unexpectedly Sweet Flash Marriage

Chapter 33 Not Difficult, But Unfortunate

Chapter 33 Not Difficult, But Unfortunate

Before Adeline could say anything, a woman from the side came rushing with a steaming cup of coffee.

"Watch out!"

Heather's body trembled as she was about to pick up the menu to block the splashing coffee. However, that woman was taken down by Steffen, who had rushed over.

Steffen held the woman by the back of her neck, with one hand pressing her down on the ground. The woman struggled in an embarrassed state.

"Let me go! I want to splash this woman! I want to kill her! It's because of shameless mistresses like her that my boyfriend broke up with me!"

As soon as the woman finished her words, everyone in the entire coffee shop turned their heads to look at them.

Some people even took out their phones to record videos.

Adeline stood upright, her face calm and unruffled, showing no signs of embarrassment.

She looked at the woman on the ground and sternly said, "Miss, please stop slandering me. I am not a mistress."

"You are not? If that's the case, why do people online say such things about you? You shameless bitch!"

A cold smile tugged at the corner of Adeline's mouth, "Does what people say online always have to be true? Can you guarantee that the video on the internet wasn't deliberately made by someone with ulterior motives? It's all hearsay, and someone like you will undoubtedly pay the price for your actions."

The woman on the ground's face changed slightly at her words, "What... what do you want to do?"

In fact, she was just heartbroken and had been bitterly mocked by a wealthy and influential mistress. Feeling powerless to retaliate, she simply wanted to vent her anger on Adeline.

"Call the police," Adeline said lightly, but her gaze was resolute.

"The internet is full of rumors. If everyone believes in the instigation of rumors to harm others, the order of society would definitely descend into chaos.

An adult should have basic judgment about things. Acting impulsively and intentionally hurting others, infringing upon their rights, will undoubtedly be subject to legal consequences."

The woman being held down refused to yield and continued to struggle, "Is it worth calling the police for such a trivial matter? You're just wasting police resources!"

"But have you ever considered what would happen if that scalding cup of coffee splashed on my face and disfigured me?"

"Well... the coffee wasn't that hot. I... tried it! You... you're making a big deal out of nothing! The police won't even bother with such a minor issue."

The woman on the ground grew more frantic as she spoke.

In reality, she hadn't actually tested the temperature of the coffee and had no idea how hot it was.

But now she was starting to feel a bit scared. What if she really ended up disfiguring the woman in front of her? She couldn't afford the consequences even if it meant losing everything she had!

The woman who had splashed the coffee felt a tinge of regret, realizing she had acted too impulsively.

Meanwhile, Adeline's expression turned colder, "Yeah, from the perspective of you perpetrators, sending funeral wreath is no big deal. You didn't harm anyone!

Saying a few insults on the internet is nothing! Just a few curses, that's all!

Throwing a cup of coffee, just to embarrass the other person in public, not with the intention of disfiguring them.

But us victims, why can't we let it go?

Perpetrators can never truly understand the pain inflicted by their words and actions."

The woman on the ground felt a bitter taste in her mouth, as if countless slaps were landing on her face in the air.

After a long while, she reluctantly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I... I was cheated on and in a bad mood, so I took it out on you. It was my fault. Can you please not call the police?"

"I can't. Everyone must face the consequences of their actions! Including those who spread rumors on the internet!"

With those words, Adeline dialed the police number right in front of the people recording, and briefly explained what had happened.

Soon enough, police officers arrived and took the woman causing the disturbance away.

Accompanied by Steffen, Adeline went to the police station to give her statement and cooperate with the investigation.

Before leaving, she looked at Heather earnestly.

"Ms. Roti, thank you for the invitation. Your offer sounded tempting. But if I retreat and hide somewhere else whenever I face difficulties, pretending the problem doesn't exist, I... I don't think I can ever forgive myself. So, Ms. Roti, for now, I can't join your tutoring center. If I really decide to leave the school in the future, we can cooperate then."

"Alright, but don't call me Ms. Roti. Call me Heather when we meet next time."

Adeline nodded and got into Steffen's car.

As the car pulled up in front of the police station, Adeline spotted another familiar vehicle.

It was the car from the old house.

She furrowed her brows, and saw the driver open the door and push Curtis out.

Adeline was taken aback, "What are you doing here?"

Curtis grabbed her hand and asked seriously, "If my wife came to the police station, how could I not come?"

Adeline chuckled, teasingly, "Well, isn't Steffen here too?"

"Steffen is Steffen, and I am me! Can't compare the two," Curtis's voice carried a hint of annoyance.

Adeline felt her heart fill up with warmth, "Alright, alright. If you want to come, then come. I was just worried it might be troublesome for you."

"I will never find your matters troublesome."

With that, Curtis accompanied Adeline into the police station to give their statements, and then he escorted her back to her apartment to rest.

It had been a rollercoaster of emotions throughout the day, and Adeline was feeling a bit exhausted. She laid down on the soft bed and soon drifted off to sleep, feeling comfortable.

Meanwhile, Owen wasn't having such a relaxing time. He climbed up his pine tree at home and nervously made a call to Max.

"M... Max, help... help me..."

"What happened?" the man on the other end of the phone had a steady tone.

"The General... that damn Curtis actually brought the General to my house."

Owen clung tightly to the trunk of the pine tree, looking at the Tibetan mastiff barking relentlessly on the ground, trembling with fear.

Everyone knew that the General, raised by Curtis, was the most ferocious in Prodiff.

It was like his owner, refusing to cooperate.

The old housekeeper had given it plenty of delicious food, but it didn't eat a single bite.

"I can't help with that," Max replied in a flat tone. "And by the way, how did you offend Curtis? As far as I know, he hasn't let the General out for a long time."

"I... I just kicked him and made him kneel!"

"Just kicked him and made him kneel, huh," Max said in deep thought before hanging up the phone.

Owen, "..."

Unwilling to give up, Owen called Curtis again.

This time, Curtis, who had just left the police station, answered.

As soon as the call connected, he was met with Owen's roar.

"Curtis, what's your deal? You're betraying me! Do you believe that I will tell my sister-in-law your leg was fine? You deceived her."

"Dare you."

Just two casual words, and Owen instantly shut up.

After a moment of silence, Owen spoke up with a hint of grievance, "Curtis, I was just trying to maintain your image."

"I know."

"You know? You know and still let your dog bite me!" Owen's voice grew louder.

Curtis responded with a deep tone, "There are many ways to maintain an image, but you chose the worst one."

Feeling wronged, Owen almost wanted to cry. "You know the situation was urgent at that time!"

"I don't care."

Owen's mouth twitched as he retorted, "What if I hadn't intervened just now? What if I watched you fall off the horse?"

"Then you would be in big trouble. If I'm not happy, you won't be either."

Owen, "..."

"I know it's difficult for you to stay in the tree a bit longer. Tomorrow morning, I'll have Steffen come to pick up the General."

Owen instantly lost any affection, "It's not a matter of difficulty, I'm simply unlucky."

Curtis hung up the phone, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

He felt relieved now.

In the next instant, Steffen's call came in.

"Mr. Riley, Mr. Baker wants to talk to you."

"Okay." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Almost within a second, Curtis's expression turned dark, grinding his teeth.