Chapter 111: Lock Her Up!

Julia and Jasper heard the commotion and rushed over, pushing through the crowd. The moment they arrived, they saw Margaret covered in wounds, her legs bleeding, looking utterly miserable.

Julia hurried forward and held her tightly, her voice filled with worry. “Margaret, what happened? How did you fall from the second floor? Someone call a doctor!”

At that moment, Harvey mercilessly grabbed Summer and threw her into the middle of the crowd without hesitation. Summer crashed to the ground once again.

Harvey’s voice was chilling. “She was the one who pushed Margaret out of the second-floor window.”

Margaret clung to Julia, leaning against her chest, sobbing. “Mom, Harvey, it hurts so much… Am I going to die?”

Julia saw Margaret drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and in an instant, fury erupted in her chest. “Summer, Margaret is your sister! How could you be so cruel? I regret bringing you back three years ago!”

Jasper stood there, his face dark as he watched the crowd treat this as mere entertainment. “Harvey, are you sure about this? Are you saying Summer pushed Margaret down?”

Harvey, like a righteous avenger, spoke loudly. “Dad, I saw it clearly with both my eyes! Summer pushed Margaret! We can’t shelter a murderer in this family. She has to be sent to prison for life!”

The crowd broke into another wave of heated discussion.

“Did Summer really push her? But today is her birthday. Why would she do that?”

“Who knows? People are greedy. Maybe she wanted to get rid of Margaret for good.”

“But pushing someone in front of everyone? That’s too reckless. Something feels off.”

“What’s off about it? Summer grew up in poverty. You have no idea how malicious those kinds of people can be!”

Hearing the murmurs and accusations, Summer felt a bone-chilling cold seep into her entire body. Margaret had really succeeded in completely ruining her. But she couldn’t fall. She couldn’t let these people see her break. Even if no one believed her, she would never surrender to them.

Her nails dug into her palm as she gritted her teeth and spat out, “I didn’t push her. Margaret fell on her own trying to frame me? Harvey saw everything! No one will believe you!”

Julia closed her eyes for a moment, her voice hoarse. “Take Summer to the police. I don’t have such a ruthless daughter.”

At her words, Summer laughed. But tears welled up in her eyes as she did.

Jasper was silent for a moment. “If we hand her over to the police now, what will that do to our family’s reputation? Right now, our priority is treating Margaret. Lock Summer up for now; we’ll handle this later.”

Summer wiped the tears from her face until not a single drop remained. With an expressionless face, she said, “I didn’t do it. You have no right to punish me.”

Harvey’s expression darkened when he heard that Jasper wasn’t handing Summer over to the police. Just letting her go like that? Rage burned through his veins.

“Dad, if you want to settle this privately, fine. But Margaret’s suffering can’t go unanswered! That bitch Summer deserves to be punished!”

With that, Harvey’s expression turned vicious as he strode toward Summer. The next second, he lifted his right leg, aiming to kick her straight into the swimming pool.

But before his foot could touch her, a sudden “Ah!” rang out. Harvey was sent flying from behind, his body arcing through the air before crashing straight into the pool, sending water splashing everywhere.

For a brief moment, everyone’s eyes snapped toward the tall, imposing man standing there. Dressed in a black suit, he exuded a chilling presence, as if he alone could command the entire world. His deep, piercing gaze locked onto Harvey, and his voice was ice-cold. “Do you think you have the right to punish my woman? Who the hell do you think you are?”

Then, Fraser’s dark, menacing eyes fell on the woman sitting on the ground. Summer’s face was deathly pale, blood staining the corner of her lips. Her wrists were red and swollen, and she could barely sit upright. Her expensive gown was torn at the hem, leaving her looking utterly disheveled, like a lone leaf caught in a violent storm, moments away from being crushed.

Damn it. I was only a few minutes late, how did she end up like this? A surge of fury erupted in Fraser’s chest. With a cold expression, he strode forward, took off his jacket, and draped it over Summer’s shoulders.

In Havenbrook, everyone knew that Fraser might seem easygoing on the surface, but that was just an illusion. When he got serious, there was nothing he wouldn’t do. And once he set his sights on something, no one in Havenbrook could stand in his way.