CHAPTER 121: CHAPTER 121: YVONNE JENNINGS IS ARRESTED, LACHLAN WYATT CONFESSES!

Sure enough, after Jonas Kingsley decided to abandon Yvonne Jennings as a pawn, Iris Crawford discovered something amiss at the office that very night.

James Chesterton held up the documents and shouted at Iris Crawford, "Iris! Yvonne’s child... this child isn’t Jordan Jacobs’!"

Iris Crawford was stunned, "What’s going on?"

"This child belongs to..." James Chesterton felt himself trembling as he spoke, "Vin... Vincent Paxton!"

Iris Crawford’s expression changed dramatically, never expecting Yvonne Jennings to be entangled with Vincent Paxton. Even though she knew Vincent Paxton and Lachlan Wyatt’s father, Hugh Wyatt, were cut from the same cloth, how did Yvonne end up with Vincent?

"It appears now that Yvonne was instructed by someone, afraid that one day you’d bring down Jordan Jacobs and needed a backup plan." James Chesterton handed over the documents. "I also have information showing Yvonne has been in contact with Vincent Paxton. This woman is really something... going after someone like Vincent Paxton..."

"All within the same circle, shameless." Sarah Shaw commented with a click of her tongue. "My god, does that mean Jordan Jacobs was cheated on by his own fiancée?"

"Serves him right."

After getting these pieces of evidence, Iris Crawford further checked the records of Yvonne and Vincent’s time together, and although there were no hotel records, there were records of Yvonne frequently visiting Vincent’s private villa and staying overnight. This happened when Jordan Jacobs was constantly in meetings out of town.

It seemed Yvonne had planned this in advance. If Jordan Jacobs was no longer useful someday, she would switch to someone more wealthy and powerful...

Iris Crawford didn’t know what to say. Jordan Jacobs, oh Jordan Jacobs, when you abandoned your wife and child, did you ever imagine there would be a woman more ruthless than you?

"This child is bound to be lost, so Yvonne intended to use it to frame you." Peach lifted her head from the sofa, looking at Iris Crawford, "Birdie, what do you plan to do?"

"Naturally, I’ll make it all public." Iris Crawford let out a cold laugh, spreading all the documents across the table in front of her. "Just in time, isn’t Vincent Paxton still thinking about revenge on Patrick Pierce? Why don’t we use this to give him a disgraceful blow too!"

Martin Hawthorne, who had been silent, nudged Lachlan Wyatt with his shoulder, noticing the latter also had a blank expression. He whispered, "You knew all along?"

Lachlan Wyatt nodded, "It was Jonas Kingsley’s idea for Yvonne."

"Why didn’t you say anything if you knew?" Martin Hawthorne frowned, "If you’d said something earlier, Birdie wouldn’t have been misunderstood for pushing a pregnant woman."

That child wasn’t even Jordan Jacobs’. Yvonne was truly shameless, using the child to set Iris up!

"I’m not interested in meddling in others’ fates." Lachlan Wyatt feigned indifference as if he genuinely didn’t care about Iris, and this attitude irked Martin Hawthorne. "Then why were you so nervous rushing over?"

Lachlan Wyatt is truly a contradictory person.

He didn’t love Iris but couldn’t let go of her either.

Lachlan Wyatt didn’t bother to defend himself, just watched as Iris Crawford piled all the documents together. Looking at all that had happened, the woman finally summed up a complicated web of relationships—

"Back then, my kidnapping was financed by Yvonne through Jordan Jacobs’ account. So, Yvonne orchestrated it, but this plan was probably concocted with Jonas Kingsley’s help. Therefore, when I survived, Yvonne sought Jonas’ help again while fearing that my revenge would ruin her life, and she hooked up with Vincent Paxton as a contingency plan."

After finishing this long explanation, Iris Crawford clapped her hands, "Amazing, Yvonne, hitting rock-bottom and invincible, even scheming against Jordan Jacobs together!"

"Do you feel sorry for Jordan Jacobs?" Sarah Shaw twined her fingers in her hair, "Jordan Jacobs turned into the most ironic one, losing two women who loved him, both two years ago and now."

"Not at all." Iris Crawford already began revealing all the truths to her brother. "If he hadn’t cheated, none of this would have happened. A man that ends up like this, there are only two words: serves him right!"

******

The truth exposed; everyone was shocked!

When Yvonne was taken away from the hospital, she was as pale as death, with all the evidence laid out before her. She could not even begin to defend herself. Jonas Kingsley withdrew all support at this moment, effectively exposing her misdeeds to the public. Iris Crawford watched as Yvonne was handcuffed, while she herself sat comfortably with her legs crossed in the hospital room, and beside her, Lachlan Wyatt held a handful of sunflower seeds.

He cracked the shells, and Iris Crawford nonchalantly ate the seeds he prepared for her, her crimson nails like blood.

On camera, Yvonne was hysterically shouting, "It’s not me! It’s not me! None of this was done by me!"

"Wasn’t it you who hired hitmen to kill? These records clearly prove everything! Hiding it for two years, absolutely ruthless. How did you even think of hiring kidnappers?"

"Someone told me to do it. They said this would break up Jacobs and Iris!" Yvonne’s hands were shackled, surrounded by police, and outside, numerous TV reporters documented the scene, capturing Yvonne, the panicked Jordan Jacobs, and even the leisurely Iris Crawford and Lachlan Wyatt.

"Someone told me two years ago, and I followed his orders!"

"Then can you produce any evidence to show you were instigated? How did this person contact you? What connection do they have with the victim?"

Evidence...

Yvonne shivered. It was she who approached a relationship counselor, it was she who wanted to break up Iris and Jordan. Now, asked for evidence... everything was initiated from her side; how could she escape?

"So you are the real culprit!"

"The poor Crawford family lady, kidnapped because you hired thugs! And only now, after two years, have they gotten to you! Each thing you’ve done is beyond description!"

"Go to jail and pay for your crimes!"

"No! I’ve just lost my child; I’m a victim! I miscarried because Iris pushed me!" Yvonne kept wailing, "I’m still hospitalized! The real culprit behind it all is her, Iris! Jacobs, save me, please... I didn’t mean to break you up, really... it wasn’t my intention; I just loved you too much..."

Yvonne attempted to throw herself into Jordan Jacobs’ arms, but he mercilessly pushed her away, "Love me? Do you know what you’ve done!"

When the evidence was presented to Jordan Jacobs, he couldn’t believe it, but as Yvonne’s support crumbled, her deeds surfaced, leaving him no room for self-deception!

The woman he’d shared a bed with for years turned out to be a scheming murderer!

"Even the child you carry isn’t mine, and yet you have the audacity to talk about love!"

Wasn’t this making him the butt of an enormous joke?

Jordan Jacobs pointed at Yvonne, unable to discern any hint of the love he once had for her—perhaps, all along, he only loved himself, "Get out! Yvonne, go to prison!"

"You deserve to die a thousand deaths!"

"The original wife, how tragic... so pitiful..."

"If Iris Crawford had died back then, it would have been an unjust death..."

When Yvonne Jennings was taken away, the reporters from the TV station swarmed in. Everyone rushed to write their reports about such explosive news, reopening the kidnapping case from years ago involving Iris Crawford. People found that it wasn’t just Yvonne Jennings who had committed many crimes by hiring a hitman. There was also Jordan Jacobs, who chose the mistress over his wife.

Although Yvonne Jennings was the one who broke the law, Jordan Jacobs also faced criticism from public opinion for his indifference and heartlessness. Suddenly, all the netizens initiated a boycott, causing the Jacobs Family’s stocks, which had been slowly recovering, to plummet drastically once more. Even the mansion they previously lived in had to be sold to pay off debts!

At this moment, Iris Crawford moved her base for eating sunflower seeds from the hospital room, where Yvonne was taken for questioning by the police, to the office. Sarah Shaw was still clapping her hands.

"Oh my! How satisfying! That bitch kept sending people to provoke you, and now she’s finally inside!"

"The person behind it, Jonas Kingsley, hasn’t been exposed yet." Iris Crawford’s expression was difficult to read. "I won’t spare anyone who planned and schemed."

Looking at the news report showing Jordan Jacobs being criticized by everyone with a pale face, and Yvonne Jennings looking lost as she was arrested, Iris Crawford only felt a chilling sadness in her heart. After fighting with this hatred for so long, she could finally vent her anger fiercely.

But... Jordan Jacobs, does this outcome really bring satisfaction?

I only feel regret, pity, and hatred. If you hadn’t cheated back then, none of this would have happened...

The ability to love someone was destroyed by you personally. I would rather never have met you.

You are still that handsome and charming young man, and I am still that naive and innocent girl who had a crush on you.

You can’t possibly repay what you owe me...

A feeling of unease lingered in Iris Crawford’s heart, as if danger had never left. Bringing down Yvonne Jennings didn’t allow her to relax her vigilance...

For the first time, Iris Crawford felt restless and difficult to resolve. She stood up from the desk and said, "I want to go for a walk."

"By yourself?" Peach worried about Iris encountering danger. "I’ll go with you, or should we call Colbert?"

"She’s not well and still in the hospital, I’ll just go out for a drive by myself." Iris Crawford subconsciously glanced at Lachlan Wyatt, but he did not show any sign.

It wasn’t until Iris Crawford walked out alone that Lachlan Wyatt, sitting in the office, suddenly stood up from the sofa and followed her out.

Sure enough, when Iris Crawford passed by a corner in a small alley, a hand reached out and wrapped her up completely.

Iris Crawford struggled, but couldn’t break free.

From behind, she was held tightly by someone.

The familiar scent made her voice tremble, "Let go."

"Can I not let go?"

The dull voice came from the man she was most familiar with, Lachlan Wyatt.

Iris Crawford looked up at the dark sky; it was already night. She just wanted to relax by herself, having dealt with the dragon that fought her for so long, now filled with emotions she couldn’t express, only able to rely on this method.

"Let go," Iris Crawford repeated.

She hadn’t expected Lachlan Wyatt to follow her.

Lachlan Wyatt sighed, as if admitting defeat, holding her tighter. In the deserted dark corner, he leaned against the wall, his hands locking Iris Crawford’s waist tightly, "I don’t want to let go. I’m afraid you... feel sorry for Jordan Jacobs."

The Jacobs Family is now like a street rat; bankruptcy is inevitable. Experiencing such things, few can turn their fortune around, with ironclad evidence pinning Jordan Jacobs to the cross of "scum." Facing the once-beloved man falling to such a state, won’t Iris Crawford... feel heartache?

"What does it matter if I’m heartbroken for Jordan Jacobs."

Iris Crawford laughed, her hair falling from both sides of her cheeks, "Are you afraid I’ll soften?"

Lachlan Wyatt didn’t want to admit that his lifelong charm and elegance had stumbled upon Iris Crawford, making him so petty. He could only lock her waist tighter and say nothing.

Iris Crawford laughed. She was alluring, "If you don’t want to speak, don’t. No one is forcing you. Let go."

"I’m afraid you’ll run off with someone else."

After what seemed like ages, Lachlan Wyatt said from clenched teeth, both angry and jealous, "Even if now you’ve settled things with your ex-husband, and fully restored your previous status, you’re not allowed to associate with other men!"

Iris Crawford pried away Lachlan Wyatt’s fingers one by one, an action that made his heart ache, "That’s none of your business."

"I said no, it’s no."

"Then beg me."

"..." Lachlan Wyatt stared at Iris Crawford’s face. Her face was so beautiful—how many men would be mesmerized by her, become the soul under her skirt?

Would he, too?

He would.

His Adam’s apple moved up and down, the man’s gaze was deep and enigmatic.

—"Before I say it’s over, Iris Crawford, you’re not allowed to entangle with other men. I don’t care if you had a husband before or don’t have one now!"

In response, Iris Crawford, like a Queen pulling her lips seductively, said, "I can play with whomever I want, if I change one every day, you’ll have to wait in line. Lachlan Wyatt, why would you think I would stay loyal for you?"

Iris Crawford forcefully tugged on Lachlan Wyatt’s tie, pulling his face close to hers, "What do you take me for?"

The man’s features were stunning, as if he never loved anyone in this world.

Because he could love easily, he lost the weight and meaning of "love."

Word by word, Lachlan Wyatt squeezed them out almost through gritted teeth.

"My woman."