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Chapter 8
Chapter 8
As the first shot had already been fired, Ash saw no reason to hide or be secretive anymore. She was not even adamant about joining the Feron family. If things turned unpleasant, she could simply leave this place. Just as she was about to draw the gun to intimidate them, she heard urgent footsteps behind her.
The sound of leather shoes hitting the ground was firm and decisive.
Seeing Wesley approaching, Sandra’s eyes lit up. She immediately ran over, crying and seeking sympathy, appearing utterly pitiful.
Wesley, you have to stand up for me.”
Wesley did not even spare a glance at Sandra. Instead, he turned around and fixed his gaze on Ash. He took a brisk step forward, gripping her elbow.
“Are you hurt?”
He spoke with a deep voice, his concern not entirely concealed.
Ash hesitated for a moment, loosening her grip on the gun, and simultaneously shrugged off Wesley’s hand.
I’m fine.”
“Fine? Then how did the bloodstains get on your sleeve?”
Wesley pressed on, his eyes sharp with intensity.
Ash was somewhat surprised. She did not expect that the first person to show concern for her would be Wesley, who seemed cold and aloof. She thought he did not like her and found her annoying.
“It’s dog’s blood,” she replied tersely, keeping it brief and to the point, sounding somewhat scornful.
“So, are you saying you’re not injured?” Wesley furrowed his brows, confirming once again.
“No.” Ash’s tone remained indifferent.
Observing that Wesley’s first priority upon returning was not to check on her but to inquire about Ash, Sandra could not help but feel jealous. Her jealousy was accompanied by anger.
“Wesley, he’s not hurt at all. You know what? When he came into our house, he had a gun on him. Just now, he used that gun to kill Darky. If he can shoot a dog, he might as well shoot a person too, and then he’d be a murderer. It would be terrible. How could we let such a villain stay in our home? It’s dangerous and scary. I don’t want to live with a murderer.”
“Shut up.” Wesley slightly turned his head, his gaze falling on Sandra, who would not stop talking. His voice was unexpectedly icy.
Startled, Sandra took a step back, feeling wronged. She bit her lip before seeking refuge in Chelsea’s embrace.
Wesley used to be very affectionate toward her, so she did not understand why he was acting this way now. She could not figure out why he became so harsh toward her.
Wesley was not only harsh toward Sandra.
With a menacing look in his eyes, he scanned the people in the hall, eventually fixing his gaze on Sirena’s hand.
“Mother, why did you have that in your hand?”
His questioning tone was forceful and imposing.
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Sirena felt a bit uneasy, awkwardly tossing the horsewhip to the butler. “Well, I didn’t mean any harm. I just wanted to scare Ash a bit and teach him a lesson.”
“No need for that, let the school handle the education for Ash.”
With that said, Wesley took a step and left. After a few steps, noticing Ash not following, he turned back, his expression icy. “What are you standing there for? Catch up.”
Ash smirked nonchalantly and followed at her own pace.
Soon after they had gone upstairs, Sandra could not hold back her frustration anymore. “Mom, Auntie, what’s going on? Has Wesley gone mad? Why is he favoring this murderer? Shouldn’t we get rid of this dangerous person from our home as soon as possible?”
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Sirena massaged her temples, looking quite troubled. “Wesley will confiscate the gun and inquire about how he got it. If Ash really has gotten involved in some criminal activities, it’s better to educate him sooner rather than later. If his mother could know from beyond the grave that we’re taking good care of him and providing proper guidance, she would likely find comfort in that.”
Chelsea was not entirely satisfied with Sirena’s response. She thought a country bumpkin like Ash holding a gun was probably involved in some shady stuff. However, until the matter was thoroughly investigated, she did not dare bring up the gun again. She was worried that it might anger Ash, and they could end up with their heads blown off.
The atmosphere in the hall fell into a deathly silence.
Just then, a hearty laughter broke the stillness.
Sandra saw Homer approaching and rushed over. She was about to start badmouthing Ash, but Homer interrupted her.
“I’ve heard about the situation, Sandra. I gotta say, your dog was too ferocious. It was wrong of you to set it on someone. I think it serves you right that your dog was killed by Ash.”
“Homer… You…” Sandra’s face turned pale with anger.
Elizabeth immediately gave her son a meaningful look, signaling him not to add fuel to the fire.
Homer shrugged, looking like he was just enjoying the spectacle. He found the unfolding situation extremely intriguing. Ash had barely returned home, and he already fired a shot, which was indeed beyond Homer’s expectations. Yet, he was not overly surprised because he knew Ash was a big shot, and his ability to do unusual things was in accordance with his identity.
With his hands in his pockets, he walked confidently toward the winding staircase. “I’m going to find Ash to hang out. Butler, which room is he in? Lead the way.”
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