Inside the sitting room, Jessica’s eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the scene before her.
Elder Allen sat at the head of the room, his expression calm and confident, while Desmond sat with a cold look, his anger shimmering all over.
Aaron, on the other hand, looked irritated, his fingers tapping impatiently against the armrest of the couch, while Vera sat beside him, feigning indifference though a flicker nervousness in her eyes.
Jessica’s gaze met Davis’s, and in that silent exchange, they both understood. The incident at the mall had reached the Allen family far sooner than expected.
Ethan, stood silently behind them, his face cold and indifferent as he took in the faces of the people in the sitting room. He knew this wouldn’t end in just a simple conversation.
Jessica took a slow, deliberate step forward, her expression calm but firm. "Grandpa, we are back," she said lightly, her voice carrying an edge of challenge. "I hope there is no problem?" She drawled.
Aaron scoffed, standing abruptly. "You really have the audacity to ask?" He shot a glare at Davis before turning to Jessica. "Do you have any idea what you’ve done?"
Jessica tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Oh? You’ll have to be specific. I did a lot today, so I need to know exactly the one you are referring to." She said in a calm collected voice.
Desmond’s cold voice cut through the air. "Why did you fire some of the staff at the mall?" He snarled.
Jessica smiled, crossing her arms. "Ah, so you did hear about that. I was even planning on reporting those people to you." She replied with a playful smile on her lips.
"Jessica, this not a playful matter. You don’t just fire a staff at will. There are rules to follow." Desmond sneered. He can’t believe this girl to be this stupid.
"Oh!? Then am sorry uncle but they were disrespectful to him. And to crown it all, they even said it is your instructions." She said her tone in a reporting mood.
She retrieved a recording pen from her pocket and with a simple click of her finger... The voice of the manager filtered through.
The room fell into complete silence as the manager’s voice echoed through the living room.
"Sir, you cannot go into the store in a wheelchair."
"Desmond instructed me not to let anyone in a wheelchair in."
"Aaron promised me, and I believe before long he will achieve his aim."
Davis and Ethan stared at Jessica in shock they never knew she had a recording pen with her.
Each word dripped with disrespect and conspiracy, making it impossible to deny the accusations.
Desmond’s face darkened, and Aaron’s fists clenched at his sides. Vera shifted uncomfortably, while Elder Allen’s expression remained unreadable.
Davis and Ethan, still staring at Jessica, felt a mix of admiration and disbelief.
They had been too caught up in the moment at the mall to notice her subtle actions and never knew she had a recording pen or that she even turned it on.
Hearing the proof play out so clearly, they realized just how sharp and prepared she was.
Jessica clicked off the recorder and slid it back into her pocket, her expression calm but firm.
"Uncle Desmond, this is the reason why I fired them and like they said it is your orders," She said smoothly, turning her gaze toward him, "do you have anything to say about your orders?"
Desmond clenched his jaw. "Father, I—"
Jessica frowned slightly, still keeping her innocent tone. "Uncle, maybe you should have explained to me first before I made such a big decision... But the manager said it was your order, so I thought I was just fixing a misunderstanding..."
Davis and Ethan exchanged a glance, suppressing their amusement. They can’t believe Desmond was walking straight into Jessica’s carefully laid trap—one she played with pure naivety.
Jessica turned to Vera with wide eyes, her tone still innocent and sweet. "Sister-in-law, are you also aware and never mentioned it when I told you we were going for shopping?"
Vera froze, her hand subconsciously tightening around the armrest. "I... I didn’t think it would be an issue. We’ve always gone shopping without problems before."
Jessica tilted her head slightly, her expression soft but with a hidden layer of curiosity. "But surely, you must have known about the rule. How could the manager enforce it if it wasn’t something you all were unanimously aware of?"
Vera shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting to Desmond before quickly averting them. "I... I just didn’t think it would be relevant for you to know."
Jessica’s eyes widened in mock realization. "Oh! So you did know. Why didn’t you tell me? I’m so sorry for causing such trouble." She bit her lower lip and looked down, almost as though she was ashamed of her actions.
Vera’s face turned slightly pale, her composure cracking as Jessica’s words settled in the room like a weight.
Desmond shifted uncomfortably as well, his frustration mounting as Jessica’s innocent tone seemed to make everyone question the situation more deeply.
Jessica turned back to Elder Allen, her gaze still soft, her voice feigning concern. "Grandpa, I just wanted to protect the family’s dignity and make sure no one would think the Allen family discriminates and besides some persons in a wheelchair might be rich you know. I didn’t know so many people were involved in this rule."
The room fell silent as Elder Allen glanced at Desmond, his disappointment clear in his eyes.

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