Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Mind Your Manners?
Jillian Lynch felt a wave of panic, and her legs began to tremble.
What to do? Can anyone tell her what to do now!
Damn, is the foreigner next door crazy?
Why point the surveillance at someone else’s house?
Jillian Lynch was frustrated, her mind racing, but her mental capacity was limited, she couldn’t think of any quick solution.
Meanwhile, Assistant Lowell was already playing the surveillance footage from this evening at twelve times speed, and soon they reached the time when Ariana Grant walked in from the pool entrance.
"It’s now," Ariana Grant said, "Play it at normal speed in another thirty seconds."
"Okay," Assistant Lowell nodded.
Rosalind Lynch suddenly sensed something was wrong.
Compared to Ariana Grant, who was eager to see the surveillance reach the point where they started arguing, her sister’s gaze was unsteady, and sweat was quickly breaking out on her forehead.
What was there for Rosalind Lynch to not understand at this point?
It was indeed her "good sister" who pushed someone into the pool.
No, this can’t go on, the surveillance must not continue playing.
Resolving herself, Rosalind Lynch stepped forward to Assistant Lowell and snatched the tablet from his hands.
"There’s really no need to watch the surveillance. Let’s just discuss it properly. Xiaoshan, tell the truth, don’t be afraid, what was the situation at that time?"
Ariana Grant blurted out, "Are you crazy? There’s surveillance, why discuss anything?"
Rosalind Lynch glared at Ariana Grant.
"Miss Grant, please mind your manners."
"Ha, I’m just like your sister said, just a child from a poor family, with no manners. But you, what do you mean by saying this now? Thinking the truth is about to be revealed, so you’re pushing your sister to confess voluntarily to get leniency?"
Rosalind Lynch’s thoughts were fully exposed, her face alternating between black and white.
She had never argued with an opponent like Ariana Grant, and felt like she was facing a rascal, rendering her past arguing experience useless.
"Xiaoya is right," Elder Prescott spoke, "Since there’s surveillance, there’s no need to say anything. You said yourself just now, words are unfounded, evidence is needed. The evidence is right here, return the tablet to Assistant Lowell and let him show it to everyone."
Rosalind Lynch took a deep breath, knowing that this matter today could not simply be brushed off.
Resigned, she returned the tablet to Assistant Lowell, giving Jillian Lynch a vicious glare.
If looks could kill, Jillian Lynch would have been riddled with holes by now.
She shrank her neck fiercely, the last line of defense in her heart broken by Rosalind’s piercing gaze, and burst into tears.
Even Claudia Jennings understood by now—Ashley Shaw’s friend was indeed pushed down by Jillian Lynch.
A surge of turbulent emotions rose in her heart.
How could a child so young dare to do something so outrageous?
It was simply, utterly absurd.
She couldn’t help but question if the Lynch Family’s upbringing was really that bad.
If so, then how much better could Rosalind Lynch be than Jillian Lynch?
Thinking carefully, a few years ago, when Rosalind Lynch was about the same age as Jillian Lynch is now, she had falsely accused Ashley Shaw of pushing her into the water, which showed her character.
She had placed too many filters on Rosalind Lynch, thinking she knew the child well, that she had always been filial to her, making her the best candidate for a daughter-in-law in her mind.
But now, she suddenly didn’t feel that way anymore.
And just then, Assistant Lowell suddenly spoke, "Found it, it’s now."
Everyone instinctively looked at the tablet in Assistant Lowell’s hands.
They saw in the footage, Rosalind Lynch deftly flashing from behind Ariana Grant to in front of her, then without hesitation, pushed Ariana Grant into the pool.
Ariana Grant immediately shouted for help, her face full of fear for the more than two-meter deep pool water.
But compared to Jillian Lynch on the shore.
There wasn’t a bit of guilt on her face, only sheer pride.
With arms crossed, she leisurely watched Ariana Grant struggle in the pool.
The grin sent chills down people’s spines.
A devilish Lolita, nothing more than that.
Seeing the surveillance footage, Ashley Shaw couldn’t help but tightly hold Ariana Grant’s hand.
Seeing the actual scene was completely different from just speculating about it.
Even though Xiaoya had already been rescued and was fine, seeing Ariana Grant being pushed down still made her so furious she wanted to kill.
Ariana Grant gently squeezed her hand back, indicating she was alright now.
"What utter nonsense!"
Grandpa Prescott was also furious, his chest heaving violently.
Claudia Jennings was startled, fearing the old man might fall ill because of this.
If that happened, Lars Prescott would definitely blame her.
She hurriedly called the butler to support the old man, while she oneself tried to reassure him, "Dad, calm down, she’s safe now."
"Safe my foot!" Grandpa Prescott shouted, "Physically she’s alright, but what about the trauma to her psyche? How scared must this child have been? She’ll certainly have nightmares tonight."
Ariana Grant’s eyelashes fluttered lightly at this, her eyes reddening in response.
She was touched to this extent.
Now she completely understood Ashley Shaw.
Even though Ashley didn’t want to live with the Prescott Family, she often wanted to visit Grandpa Prescott.
Because he was such a good grandfather.
If she were Ashley, no matter how much she despised the Prescott Family’s ways, she would be just like Ashley, unable to hate Grandpa Prescott.
This elder was really too kind.
"Thank you, Grandpa Prescott, I’m really alright, but you need to take care of your health. I heard from Ashley that your heart isn’t good, so why don’t you go back to your room and rest for a bit?" Ariana Grant said.
"I’m fine!" Grandpa Prescott stated, "I know my own body, no matter what, I must first resolve your issue. After all, it happened in my Prescott Family; if something really happened to you, we would also bear the responsibility."
"But I’m really okay now," Ariana Grant said, only seeking the truth, not any consequence for the other side.
Now that her name was cleared, she had no other demands.
"Don’t say that. Think carefully, how do you intend to handle this matter? At its least, it’s a small spat, but at its worst, it’s attempted murder. How do you want to define this incident, we will cooperate with you."
Jillian Lynch’s heart tightened, she hurriedly reached for her sister’s hand.
"Sis..."
Rosalind Lynch aggressively pulled her hand away, then raised it and slapped Jillian Lynch hard across the face.
The slap was truly heavy, causing Jillian Lynch’s face to tilt to the side, her teeth aching with a hint of looseness.