Chapter 215: Chapter 215: What’s There to Argue About
Ashley Shaw observed Jillian Lynch’s reactions a few times and knew that although Jillian was thick-skinned, her psychological defenses were weak due to her young age. If she entered the police station, she’d probably confess in less than two minutes.
She said indifferently, "Since we can’t figure it out ourselves, let’s let the police figure out the truth. I have faith in the police’s abilities."
As soon as she finished speaking, Jillian Lynch’s face indeed turned pale.
Her sister, Rosalind Lynch, suddenly said, "No way!"
Ashley Shaw looked up, "Are you afraid because you have a guilty conscience?"
"Who said we have a guilty conscience? It’s just that our family just had some issues recently, and we can’t get involved with the police now."
If the paparazzi took a photo, all the family’s recent efforts would be wasted.
Ashley Shaw found it amusing.
"What does your family’s problem have to do with us? Isn’t it about clarifying the situation, so we’re asking them to figure it out? It’s the fastest solution."
Rosalind Lynch’s brow furrowed so tightly it could pinch a fly.
"I said no! Besides, hasn’t this issue been clarified? It was just a few words exchanged, your friend accidentally fell into the pool, that’s all. Why do you insist on clinging to it?"
"Am I the one clinging, or are you twisting the facts?"
"You—"
Rosalind Lynch was about to retort when suddenly Warren Prescott’s deep voice came from the pool entrance.
"What’s worth arguing about over such a trivial matter?"
Ashley Shaw instinctively turned towards the voice.
At some point, Warren Prescott had changed out of his wet clothes.
He wore black slacks over house slippers and a neatly ironed white shirt with two unbuttoned buttons at the collar, giving him a casual air.
The handsome face was illuminated by the reflected pool water, his eyes glittering with fragmented light, so strikingly handsome it was breathtaking.
’Breathtaking’ isn’t a negative term here.
As Warren Prescott approached, Ashley Shaw noticed a shimmering bead of sweat on his face slowly trickling down to his collarbone.
She hesitated for a moment.
It wasn’t Warren’s face that surprised her; she had seen it for two lifetimes and was used to it.
She was surprised about when he left and returned.
Thinking carefully, ever since Grandpa Prescott and Claudia Jennings arrived, Warren hadn’t made any moves.
Turns out he had left unnoticed.
"Warren..." Jillian Lynch said, her eyes red, "they’re falsely accusing me, what they say isn’t true."
Rosalind Lynch unconsciously furrowed her brows slightly.
When did her sister start speaking in such a coquettish tone?
It made her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
But the discomfort was quickly suppressed. Her sister must have been speaking in that sticky tone because she saw Warren as a future brother-in-law.
Rosalind Lynch lightly coughed, clearing her mind, and spoke to Warren Prescott: "It’s indeed a small matter, not worth arguing over. It’s just that Ashley and her friends keep pressing, we don’t know what to do."
Ashley Shaw found it more and more amusing.
The two sisters took turns, each more skilled at playing the victim and feigning innocence than the last.
Uncertain whether it was nurture or an inherited green tea personality.
"We just want the truth, to be fair." Ashley Shaw looked at Warren Prescott coldly, "To you, it may seem like a small matter, but to me, my friend almost drowned here. Is it too much to ask for a sincere apology?"
She knew Warren would protect his cherished person, but he shouldn’t disregard right and wrong.
Grandpa Prescott sensed the situation was becoming tense and stepped in to smooth things over.
"It’s not too much, of course not. Apologizing is necessary, and clarifying is as well."
Rosalind Lynch was discontented.
"Grandpa Prescott, do you really mean to escalate this to the police? If it comes to that, Prescott Family will also be affected, right?"
"Whether the Prescott Family is affected, I don’t know. I only know that whoever lies will be affected."
"..." Rosalind Lynch gritted her teeth.
Grandpa Prescott was biased, clearly holding a grudge against the Lynch Family!
"Warren." Claudia Jennings spoke, "How do you think this should be handled? There was no one else at the scene, and the home surveillance was down. From my point of view, it’s just a muddled issue that can’t be clarified. So, I feel since neither party is harmed, it should just be let go. What do you think?"
Claudia Jennings decided to pull Warren Prescott to her side since she couldn’t reason with the rigid Grandpa Prescott.
Warren Prescott said, "Who said the surveillance was down?"
Claudia Jennings explained, "The surveillance isn’t down, it just hasn’t been reconnected yet. The house is under renovation and they haven’t had time to..."
"I never said it was the home surveillance."
Knowing his son best, Claudia Jennings quickly grasped what he meant.
"Did you acquire surveillance from another place?"
Jillian Lynch’s breath hitched, instinctively looking at Warren Prescott.
There’s surveillance?
Impossible, right?
This must be a trick.
Aunt Jennings had said the poolside surveillance was all down.
And it wouldn’t be possible for someone else’s surveillance to be set up at the Prescott House.
This was the Prescott House; who would dare to invade and spy on the Prescott Family’s privacy?
This must be a trick!
After a moment of panic, Jillian Lynch quickly regained her composure.
She had panicked too many times today and couldn’t show any more signs of it.
She had to maintain control.
Ashley Shaw also looked in shock at Warren Prescott.
So, he was gone for so long, was it to find surveillance footage?
They saw Warren Prescott raise his hand, and the assistant, Mark, came forward, opening the tablet for everyone to see.
As he operated the device, he explained to the curious looks, "Mr. Prescott Jr. and I went next door, there’s a surveillance camera there facing our pool."
Claudia Jennings’ eyes widened instantly.
"Facing our pool? Isn’t that perverted?"
Assistant Mark quickly said, "No, next door is rented by a foreigner. Their pool is under construction."
"The foreigner is renting; they’re afraid something might get damaged during construction, and they’d have to compensate the landlord, so they set up surveillance as a precaution."
"But they never actually watched the footage, it wasn’t set up for spying purposes."
"And after we told them our renovation was done, they took down the surveillance right in front of us."
Claudia Jennings remembered that next door was indeed rented by a foreigner.
He moved in less than six months ago, a director for a multinational company temporarily stationed in Veridia.
"Can their surveillance capture this side?"
"We’ve looked through the footage roughly. Though it’s a bit blurry, it clearly shows what’s happening."
Claudia Jennings nodded, "Then let’s review the footage! The truth will be clear after watching."