Chapter 187: When the Mask Slips

It was hard to believe that the youngest professor, acclaimed as a genius in his field, had once been a mercenary. Clearly, the word "refined" had nothing to do with Jonathan. How blind had I been before?

Seeing her look of regret, Jonathan cheerfully said, “It’s okay; my family doesn’t even know. Besides, your judgment has improved a lot since then; at least, I’m sure I’m not a scumbag who cheats!”

Sierra, still in shock, couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

In such an atmosphere, they arrived at the police station. They were interrogated separately. Although Sierra was worried, she recounted the events truthfully without exaggeration. There were surveillance cameras, and with the internet uproar, everyone knew what had started the conflict. Thus, as the victim, Sierra was quickly finished.

“Officer, what about Yaron?”

“The man who interrogated me mentioned that Yaron is in the hospital. He’s dealing with multiple fractures, including a particularly severe comminuted fracture in the finger joints of his right hand. Even if he recovered, he wouldn’t be as agile as before.”

Sierra couldn’t read anything from the officer’s expression and, after a pause, asked, “Can I press charges against him? I want to accuse him of attempted murder.”

The officer nodded. “Of course! We would have done so regardless. He attacked with a knife; the severity of his actions warrants it. Once his condition stabilizes a bit, we’ll bring him in for interrogation!”

“Thank you,” she said.

Sierra hesitated but decided not to inquire about Jonathan’s situation. She anxiously waited in the lobby, and soon enough, Jonathan came out.

“How did it go!” Sierra quickly approached him.

“It’s fine, everything’s clear now!”

Jonathan hadn’t lied to Sierra; there really was no issue. If he hadn’t acted, Sierra would have definitely been hurt. He just kicked once, but it was Yaron’s fragility that caused his ribs to break—who could he blame for that? As for the foot he stomped, it was because he saw Yaron reaching for the knife again. At that moment, he was facing away from the cameras, and no one could tell if Yaron really was going for the knife.

Sierra didn’t know these details and sighed lightly. “Let’s go, let’s go back and eat,” Sierra said.

They had just finished cooking when they had to come here. As they talked and walked out, they didn’t expect to run into the police escorting Denise. Denise should have been detained long ago, but due to her health, it had been delayed until now. The hospital had just cleared her, and they were bringing her in, coincidentally just as Sierra and Jonathan were leaving.

Denise was in hospital attire, much thinner than before, exhausted, with unkempt hair—far from the heiress she once was. Seeing Sierra and Jonathan, she paused, then her eyes filled with hatred.

“It’s all your fault! You made me like this; are you happy now? I should never have been soft-hearted; I should have paid to have you die in jail!”

At this point, Denise no longer hid her true nature, her once lovely face twisted with hate. She truly despised Sierra.

She had always been the daughter of the Nander family, but then Sierra came along and ruined everything. She wasn’t a noble at all, but the offspring of a gambler and a lowly woman. Even though the Xander family had taken her in, she lived in constant fear of being cast out one day. So, she had always pushed Sierra away, and it worked—the Xanders all looked down on Sierra. But she remained uneasy; blood was thicker than water. What if the Xanders felt guilty one day? This wasn’t just her worry; over time, it was becoming a reality. The Xanders were no longer as hostile towards Sierra as before, and she felt that if this continued, Sierra would take everything from her. Moreover, Sierra’s grades were better than hers, which she couldn’t stand. She had received a higher education, while Sierra had barely managed to attend school, yet Sierra scored nearly two hundred points higher than her on exams. If it hadn’t been for the Xander family’s donations to Northwind University, she wouldn’t have been able to attend college at all, yet Sierra was the top student. How ironic?