CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: SHE’S A LUNATIC, COMPLETELY IRRATIONAL

After hearing Iris Crawford’s words, Yvonne Jennings shuddered, as if thinking of something. She gritted her teeth, saying, "Stop the ghostly tricks, I know what you’re doing. You just want to scare me. Don’t think this can achieve your purpose... You want me to be afraid, break me and Jordan Jacobs up, to avenge that dead fat man, isn’t that it!"

Iris Crawford’s grip tightened even more. She really despised Yvonne Jennings, in that moment, Peach saw a murderous intent in her eyes.

If she could avenge without the burden of law—no, even if avenging meant taking on the responsibility and punishment, she wouldn’t blink, just like two years ago with that knife, she would stab Yvonne Jennings with her hand, breaking through flesh, until the blood splattered on her eyelids.

Splattering on her crimson nails.

But it was broken by someone shouting angrily from afar, "What are you doing!"

Lost in the eye of an emotional storm, Iris Crawford hadn’t regained her senses when someone pushed her fiercely. Before she could look up, a familiar voice reached her ears—

"How can you lay hands on Yvonne! You vicious woman!" Jordan Jacobs, arriving unnoticed, pulled Yvonne Jennings into his arms, then gave Iris Crawford a hard shove, pushing her so forcefully that she stumbled.

Iris Crawford looked on in disbelief as Jordan Jacobs resolutely held Yvonne Jennings close, as if protecting a treasure. His unhesitant action of pushing her away seemed to pierce forcefully upon her crumbling psychological defenses.

Two years ago, in front of vicious thugs, Jordan Jacobs unhesitatingly chose Yvonne Jennings, pushing her straight towards a cold blade.

That scene seemed to replay before her eyes, Iris Crawford took a deep breath, feeling like she could hardly see the things before her.

Jordan Jacobs held Yvonne Jennings, who cried against his chest, "Why did you just get here... She... she laid hands on me, Jacobs, why would there be such a terrifying person, I clearly don’t know her, she must be here for Iris Crawford’s revenge."

Listen to this tearful cry, although the onlookers couldn’t hear exactly what was said, ever since another man joined the scene, they began guessing out loud.

"Is this some mistress drama?"

"Then... is that woman in red abandoned by the guy?"

"She hit really hard, looks like she’s involved with the underworld, definitely one of those delinquent girls."

"Tch, how unlucky, provoking a bad girl."

Hearing the ignorant gossip, Peach’s face changed, wanting to rush up and argue reason with them, but she was held back by Iris Crawford.

Iris Crawford’s voice seemed to tremble slightly, "Ignore them."

"How can they say that about you!"

Peach’s eyes turned red with anger, "That scumbag’s the real disgusting one! If Jordan Jacobs truly loved Yvonne Jennings, why did he marry someone else? He obviously was after The Crawford Family’s power and influence, since Yvonne’s family brought him nothing!"

Outed for his schemes, Jordan Jacobs’ expression changed, as he held Yvonne Jennings’ head, gently patting her shoulder, "What do you mean!"

"The mistress? You used Iris Crawford, wanted the Crawford family’s power, yet couldn’t let go of your lover on the side, and now Yvonne can shamelessly say Iris Crawford is the other woman!" Peach shouted, "With whom did you register your marriage? Who is your legal wife? Who is legally protected in the marriage? The fact that Yvonne Jennings can openly claim Iris is the other woman, shows you never treated Iris as your wife. If you truly loved Yvonne, why did you marry Iris back then! I bet your love for Yvonne doesn’t compare to the importance of The Crawford family’s power!"

Yvonne Jennings trembled, raising her head with tears, "I forbid you from insulting Jacobs this way!"

"What a pair of shameless dogs!"

Peach clenched her fingers, "Jordan Jacobs, you’re nothing but a heartless bastard!"

"And it’s only up to the deceased Iris Crawford to blame me, who are you to meddle!" publicly reprimanded this way, Jordan Jacobs couldn’t maintain face. He pointed at Iris Crawford, whom he’d pushed away earlier, "And you! Lingering spirit! Can you stop disturbing my and Yvonne’s lives!"

Lingering spirit?

With her head bowed, her hair covering her eyes, Iris Crawford let out a cold laugh the moment she heard the words "lingering spirit."

Indeed, she was a lingering spirit.

That’s why she wasn’t killed back then.

And now her soul had already turned completely dark.

Iris Crawford raised her head, stepped forward, with each step forcing Yvonne Jennings to step back, "What are you doing, you want to lay hands on me again?"

The woman before her, clearly alone, yet for some reason seemed to be backed by countless soldiers unafraid of death.

The fire of revenge still burned in her eyes.

What had she gone through...

Yvonne Jennings felt a murderous intent wash over her face, "You have your own life, right? Why keep entangling with us for someone like Iris Crawford? The dead are gone... Just let it go..."

Iris Crawford called out, "Peach."

"Ah."

Peach heard Iris Crawford’s call, and was momentarily stunned.

Iris Crawford reached out her hand to her.

In an instant, Peach understood.

From her pocket, she took out a sharp scalpel.

A light throw from the air, and it landed in Iris Crawford’s hand.

The blade tip flicked out, Iris Crawford twirled it between her fingers, then turned her head, her sharp gaze piercing Yvonne Jennings’ face.

Yvonne Jennings shrank into Jordan Jacobs’ arms, "What are you doing! What’s that in your hand!"

"In broad daylight! You still want to rob and murder!" Yvonne Jennings screamed, "Crazy! Madwoman! Jacobs, protect me, drive her away!"

Hearing Yvonne’s voice, Jordan felt troubled, without thinking, he stood in front of Yvonne Jennings. "Have you had enough of your madness, crazy woman!"

Crazy woman?

Her sanity was long gone.

This body nothing but a walking corpse.

Jordan Jacobs, to see you more miserable than me, I could die the next second and be at peace.

"Just to give back what I received back then." Iris Crawford’s eyes were bloodshot, the small scalpel in her hand reflecting a cold light, be it to cut the dead or save the living, it remained cold, "How about we call it even. Anyway, I endured it the same way back then."

Jordan Jacobs shuddered at the words, not understanding their meaning yet, Iris Crawford was already close, moving as fast as lightning, turning Jordan pale, he instinctively grabbed Iris Crawford’s neck, the most vulnerable spot being the easiest to control someone, then immediately slapped her face!

The sting overtook all of Iris Crawford’s senses.

Shocked, Peach rushed over, colliding with Jordan Jacobs, and caught Iris Crawford as she swayed.

Peach touched Iris Crawford’s face, "Are you alright?"

Iris Crawford stared blankly.

Jordan Jacobs hit her?

Iris Crawford covered her face, laughing twice with effort, her voice trembling, "Jordan Jacobs, you hit me..."

For some reason, she felt her breathing become difficult, the feeling of suffocation surged up, and her body followed suit with an irregular flow of blood, her hands and feet starting to go numb...

Why... this body of hers should have been able to endure by now... Why!

The scar left on her abdomen itched faintly, Iris Crawford felt her body numb and begin to tingle with pain.

Yvonne Jennings saw Iris Crawford being taken care of and instantly felt a little relieved in her heart. She pointed at Iris Crawford and said, "Don’t think that by acting fierce, everyone will be scared of you! And stay away from me in the future!"

Today was clearly Yvonne Jennings who had called out to Iris Crawford first and even struck first at Iris Crawford, yet unexpectedly turned around and framed her, actually demanding Iris Crawford stay away from her!

Iris Crawford nearly ground her teeth to pieces, Jordan Jacobs must have heard Iris Crawford’s words and panicked with fear leading to uncontrollable actions, with this hit, the situation might not end so easily.

He wanted to evade responsibility, pulling Yvonne Jennings, intending to turn around and leave, wanting to blend into the crowd in the chaos—after all, if the police were called, it would turn into a scene of a brawl!

Jordan Jacobs didn’t want the situation to spread; if someone were to dig up Iris Crawford’s past, their reputation and image would be ruined!

So, Jordan Jacobs used his eye signals to urge Yvonne Jennings to quickly shut up, fearing she’d say another word leading the onlookers to imagine and associate other situations, the man finally gave Iris Crawford a guilty glare, noticing she stood motionless, quickly grabbed Yvonne Jennings and left.

With the departure of those involved, the spectators waved goodbye, and the busy mall resumed its previous bustle, Iris Crawford seemed swallowed by the crowd, almost disappearing.

Peach still wanted to shout for Jordan Jacobs to stop and not leave, but noticed something was off with Iris Crawford’ emotions, touching her, realizing she was frighteningly stiff, seemingly unable to control her own body under the stress, trembling and convulsing.

Peach squatted down and touched Iris Crawford’s face, her hand was filled with tears.

"Don’t cry, Birdie." Peach, who never comforted people, had a style of heavy makeup and exposure, even enjoying herself on top of men in bed, now seeing Iris Crawford’s tears, her voice softened involuntarily, "Did Jordan Jacobs hurt you? Why didn’t you fight back—I’ll help you hit back, I’ll help you chop Yvonne Jennings into hundreds of pieces, how about it?"

This is the gentlest concern from a psychopath.

Iris Crawford remained silent, her shoulders shuddering uncontrollably, Jordan Jacobs’ slap shattered her pretense of calm, she bit her teeth forcefully, swallowed down the intensity, and when she looked up again, her originally black pupils were stained with blood red!

Iris Crawford stared at Peach; the woman’s face was extraordinarily beautiful, as she slowly raised her head, Peach felt as if she were in the brink of an icy cold landscape.

She seemed like a woman ready to throw away her life at a whim.

Defiant and shocking, coming covered in blood for revenge, hidden beneath the guise of an ordinary person, is her devilish soul disregarding everything.

After a long pause, she finally moved her feet, panting, saying, "I’m truly afraid that my move just now might have killed him."

Under the stimulation of that slap, she was numbed all over, limbs rigid, muscle contraction lacked oxygen, her sympathetic nervous system excited, at that moment all moral ethics were thrown aside.

Peach put the scalpel back into her pocket, told Iris Crawford, "I understand your desire for revenge, but maybe not on the streets. Birdie, come back with me, let me check your body. You drank alcohol and took drugs yesterday, your body hasn’t recovered, adding the stress response just now, I’m really worried your body can’t take it..."

This kind of mental stimulation was too much, she truly feared one day the hatred-bearing Iris Crawford would go insane...

Gently covering Iris Crawford’s eyes, Peach called James Chesterton, then softly said, "Relax, relax, follow me and take deep breaths, okay? Slowly relax your muscles..."

******

When Lachlan Wyatt was sitting in the base staring at the computer, the base’s door was suddenly opened from the outside, and following quickly, James Chesterton came rushing in, cradling a woman.

Why does this woman’s face look so familiar?

Lachlan Wyatt’s eyelid twitched, "Stop!"

James Chesterton halted, "What’s up?"

Lachlan Wyatt pointed at Iris Crawford in his arms, asking, "What’s wrong with her?"

Is Iris Crawford passed out?

Peach followed behind and sighed, "Gave her a tranquilizer."

"Tranquilizer?" Lachlan Wyatt frowned tightly, "What’s going on."

"On the street... lost control emotionally, and then had some difficulty breathing, muscle contractions were too severe, nerves too excited..." Peach spread her hands and then let out a cold laugh, "Do you know Birdie was hit?"

In that instant, the air pressure around Lachlan Wyatt suddenly dropped. "Who hit her?"

Peach observed Lachlan Wyatt’s expression, uttering three words, "Jordan Jacobs."

Lachlan Wyatt’s pupils reflexively constricted, Jordan Jacobs dared to hit her?

"I’ll take Iris Crawford to check on her body." Peach entered with her toolbox, "The rest is up to you."

Lachlan Wyatt sat there in silence for a few seconds, watching James Chesterton set Iris Crawford down and come out, the man exchanged a look with him, "What was the situation at the scene?"

"Yvonne Jennings caused her trouble, and struck first, got controlled by Iris Crawford. Later Jordan Jacobs came out, used words to provoke Iris Crawford, then hit her while her emotions were unstable, and left in the chaos." James Chesterton’s recount was succinct, but apparently holding back anger.

Lachlan Wyatt’s gaze darkened.

He closed the laptop in his hand, then stood up from the sofa.

Tilting his neck, the joints made cracking sounds.

James Chesterton asked, "What are you doing?"

Lachlan Wyatt stepped forward, glanced at James Chesterton, "Send a message, gather people."

This... for what?

Lachlan Wyatt stood straight, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, expressionless said, "Where did it happen?"

******

Yvonne Jennings was embraced by Jordan Jacobs as they returned to a relative’s trendy milk tea shop. On the weekend, the place was crowded, Yvonne Jennings came over to help, exactly when Jordan Jacobs tagged along to have a look, not expecting to run into this scene, he coaxed his lover, "Yvonne, stop crying."

"I just... pulled her over on the road to ask about last night’s events..." Yvonne Jennings wiped her tears, "I don’t know why she would mock me like that, then later hit... Why does she have such malice against us?"

If Iris Crawford were present to hear this, she would probably laugh aloud.

Does she harbor malice against them? Then back in the day, how did she almost die under their malice?

Times change, those who once were so cruel to others, how can they adopt the attitude of victims?

Yvonne Jennings cried for a good ten minutes, the whole time Jordan Jacobs was in the kitchen hugging and comforting her. As he comforted, he recalled the words Iris Crawford said, finding them peculiar.

Just give me back what happened back then. Then we’ll call it even.

Back then... could it be she... Jordan Jacobs hadn’t had enough time to think it through when there was a gasp from the crowd outside, the milk tea shop’s door got kicked hard, even the signboard got kicked down!

With a loud bang, dust floated in the air.

Someone appeared at the shop’s entrance, disdainfully waving the dust in the air, even the frowned expression in disgust was charmingly handsome. He clicked his tongue once, "Heard there’s a complaint about this milk tea shop occupying land illegally, back kitchen sanitation failed inspection?"

Lachlan Wyatt smiled and said, "What a coincidence, passing by to take a look."