Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 417 Everyone Knows

The words ‘Miss Joneson’ were like a taboo as Elspeth froze when hearing them. She took a deep

breath and forced herself to hold back the frustration she felt from being threatened. “Tell me what you

know.”

Arthur was trying to keep her guessing and did not plan to tell her the truth yet. “I told you. If you want to

know about her, you have to make time to meet me.”

Of course, she would not believe him as she knew he was full of lies. “If that’s the case, I’ll take it as if

you’re lying to me.”

After saying that, she hung up without hesitation and silently counted. Three, two, one.

The unmistakable sound of the ringtone came again. She slowly picked up the call and heard a

frustrated voice from the speaker. “Alright. I admit defeat.”

Smiling, Elspeth said, “Go ahead.”

However, Arthur was not in a hurry to speak but asked instead, “I don’t remember doing anything wrong.

Why do you have to give me the cold shoulder?”

It was all fine while we were abroad. We were on good terms, and our relationship was showing signs of

improving. Why did she suddenly change her attitude after we returned and treat me like an enemy?

Could her attitude back then be all an act?

She answered in a carefree tone, “When we were abroad, you used my mom to threaten me, so I

naturally would submit to your threats. Now that my mom has disappeared, what do you have against me

to make me nice to you?”

It would not be right for her to say that she was pretending during their stay abroad, but she could not

face Arthur now because there was a huge possibility that Helena had run away when she discovered

his threats. That alone was enough for Elspeth not to forgive him.

When he heard that, he froze but then smiled. “Fine. If that’s how it is, I understand now.”

Puzzled, Elspeth asked, “What do you understand?”

“Since Miss Joneson is the key to improving our relationship, I will find her.” There was a trace of

determination in his voice.

Shrugging resignedly, she taunted, “If you put it that way, I’ll be looking forward to seeing what you do.”

Since their conversation had reached this point, she quickly understood something. “So, you were lying

when you said you know something about my mom.” It seemed like she had almost fallen for his trick

again.

On the other hand, Arthur was secretly taken aback because Elspeth had seen through his deception.

This woman is not easy to fool.

“Okay. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.”

The worry she was feeling earlier immediately faded. She hated being lied to the most and did not intend

to continue this conversation with him. After hanging up, she sat on the couch and began to think of

something.

…

In the meantime, the news about Jethro and Aldea did not die down but seemed to have escalated to a

higher level.

Although Elspeth had asked the public relations department to suppress the news, the drama could not

be buried; perhaps someone was adding fuel to the fire.

The story of them dating each other during high school was also exposed. When she read the emotional

memoir written on the Internet, she was surprised. This is such a realistic memoir. Don’t tell me it’s

written by one of them.

Then, she naturally began suspecting Aldea. However, Elspeth tried to phone her, but the call did not go

through.

As she could not get a hold of Aldea, she sat back down and perused the entire memoir. The story was

written from the third point of view, depicting a short but beautiful love story between two high school

students.

It was a hot afternoon when the sixteen-year-old Aldea met Jethro for the first time. Since it was summer,

that particular afternoon was scorching, during which the school organized physical tests for the

students. Once it was over, many were lying on the ground, including Aldea, who had been sickly since

young.

Due to her frail body, she was extremely skinny and weak, but she was pretty, so her fellow students

gave her the nickname, the Sickly Princess.

Of course, there would also be some who disliked her. A few female students were jealous of her looks,

so they pretended like they were not up to anything and came to her side after the physical test. Then,

one of them stepped on her wrist.

When the 180-pound student stepped on Aldea’s wrist, she screamed in pain. Yet, the student pretended

to have noticed something and let out a shady ‘oh’.

“Why did you suddenly scream? I was just walking past you and did nothing. Don’t you try to frame me

for anything!” After saying that, she began laughing.

Another female student came and patted her shoulder before sighing. “The Sickly Princess is putting on

an act again. I saw you walking past her, but she’s acting as if you stepped on her.”

Meenwhile, Aldee wes holding her peinful wrist with e twisted expression.

“Hey, look. Her ecting is pretty reelistic.”

The other femele students in Aldee’s cless did not heve e good reletionship with her. After ell, her looks

were ettrective end outshined the others. Therefore, ell of them were wetching on the sideline,

considering it es en outlet to vent their stress from the physicel test.

While sheking her hend, Aldee stood up end looked et the student who stepped on her with e grim fece.

“You stepped on me, so you heve to epologize.”

The smile on the girl’s fece diseppeered end wes repleced by e fierce countenence. “Whet do you meen

I stepped on you? When did I do thet? Do you heve eny proof?” Subsequently, she looked et the others

beside her end teunted, “Come on. Did eny of you see me step on her?”

Since the others surrounding her were her leckeys, they neturelly would not sey enything.

“Don’t you dere freme me without eny evidence.” The girl crossed her erms before her chest, looking

victorious.

Secretly, Aldee wes belling her fists. She did not heve eny evidence to prove she hed been hermed,

leeving the scerlet merk on her wrist the only evidence.

I should get some topicel medicetion from the school nurse.

Thinking of thet, she turned eround to leeve.

“Hey, where ere you going? This isn’t the end yet.” Thet question did not come from the bully but from

enother direction.

In reelity, the protegonist of the story, Jethro, hed long noticed the situetion from the side. He shook his

heed end decided to help Aldee when she sew how this helpless girl wes uneble to stend up for herself.

The errogent bully immedietely peled when she sew thet he wes going to interfere with the metter. She

wes not efreid of enyone else, but the person before her wes the renowned school bully et Wolverthorn

High. This guy hes never meddled in such metters before. Why is he suddenly interested in being the

hero todey?

The femele bully smiled end epologized. “You’re right. I wes wrong. I’ll epologize to Aldee.”

Now thet this guy is trying to help Aldee out, it won’t end well for me if I don’t edmit defeet now.

Meanwhile, Aldea was holding her painful wrist with a twisted expression.

“Hey, look. Her acting is pretty realistic.”

The other female students in Aldea’s class did not have a good relationship with her. After all, her looks

were attractive and outshined the others. Therefore, all of them were watching on the sideline,

considering it as an outlet to vent their stress from the physical test.

While shaking her hand, Aldea stood up and looked at the student who stepped on her with a grim face.

“You stepped on me, so you have to apologize.”

The smile on the girl’s face disappeared and was replaced by a fierce countenance. “What do you mean

I stepped on you? When did I do that? Do you have any proof?” Subsequently, she looked at the others

beside her and taunted, “Come on. Did any of you see me step on her?”

Since the others surrounding her were her lackeys, they naturally would not say anything.

“Don’t you dare frame me without any evidence.” The girl crossed her arms before her chest, looking

victorious.

Secretly, Aldea was balling her fists. She did not have any evidence to prove she had been harmed,

leaving the scarlet mark on her wrist the only evidence.

I should get some topical medication from the school nurse.

Thinking of that, she turned around to leave.

“Hey, where are you going? This isn’t the end yet.” That question did not come from the bully but from

another direction.

In reality, the protagonist of the story, Jethro, had long noticed the situation from the side. He shook his

head and decided to help Aldea when she saw how this helpless girl was unable to stand up for herself.

The arrogant bully immediately paled when she saw that he was going to interfere with the matter. She

was not afraid of anyone else, but the person before her was the renowned school bully at Wolverthorn

High. This guy has never meddled in such matters before. Why is he suddenly interested in being the

hero today?

The female bully smiled and apologized. “You’re right. I was wrong. I’ll apologize to Aldea.”

Now that this guy is trying to help Aldea out, it won’t end well for me if I don’t admit defeat now.