CHAPTER 5: CHAPTER 5: COULD IT BE YOU? YOU DIDN’T DIE BACK THEN?

Heartbroken?

It’s all an act!

Iris Crawford felt her blood boiling inside her. She looked at Yvonne Jennings and exerted all her strength to control her emotions, analyzing the bloody truth in the tone of an observer, "Putting on a pity act in front of the media afterward is your usual tactic. You’ve really discarded your conscience for a good reputation. Two years ago, when Iris was still pregnant, you barged into the hospital room demanding she sign divorce papers, calling her a fat cow with every breath! Yvonne, if he could abandon his wife for you, the other woman, aren’t you afraid you’ll be next?"

You’ll be next!

Yvonne Jennings was so frightened by Iris Crawford’s words that all color drained from her face!

These two wreaths aren’t just Iris Crawford’s past fate, but also the shadow of her future!

Jordan Jacobs roared, appearing on the brink of a breakdown, "Enough! Everything you say is false. What child? There’s no evidence! Besides, who exactly are you? Iris’s matters have nothing to do with you! She’s already gone, why disturb her peace?"

Banging on about respecting the deceased to silence her?

Iris Crawford’s eyes filled with tears as she turned to face the crowd, the stabbing pain in her chest making it hard to breathe, yet the more it hurt, the straighter she stood!

Jordan Jacobs, I will no longer let you belittle me in any way!

So, murmurs filled the air.

"Was Young Master Jacobs’ ex-wife kidnapped while pregnant?"

"Why didn’t we know the kidnapping involved two people back then..."

"Probably a special case and wasn’t made public, understandable."

"Could Young Master Jacobs have chosen Yvonne intentionally, causing his ex-wife’s fatal incident..."

"No way, Young Master Jacobs... a collapse in character, hypocrisy..."

Upon hearing these words, Jordan Jacobs could feel his hair standing on end, wondering why this woman appeared specifically on this day, knowing the details of the case two years ago so well...

As if she was at the scene of the crime herself...

A terrifying thought flashed across Jordan Jacobs’ mind as his face turned pale, and he stepped forward to grab the woman’s arm without regard for Yvonne Jennings’ changing expression behind him, shouting maniacally, "Iris — you’re Iris, aren’t you?!"

Thinner, more beautiful, back for revenge, right!

Iris Crawford slapped Jordan Jacobs across the face.

The surrounding people screamed in shock!

Afterward, Lachlan Wyatt casually handed her a handkerchief to wipe. Iris carefully wiped her slender fingers and looked over her nails, stained a bright red, reminiscent of the blood flowing that day.

With every word drenched in tears, her hand trembled from the slap, "Iris Crawford? The Iris of back then died long ago, in the kidnapping, right before your eyes, remember?!"

"You dare hit him!" Yvonne Jennings was furious, but inconveniently in her wedding dress, or else she would’ve certainly returned the slap for her husband, "You bitch, how dare you hit him! Where are the security guards?!"

If Lachlan Wyatt weren’t here, they would certainly not let this woman off easy!

"I hit him on purpose." Lachlan Wyatt said casually from the side, "I even found the power light; when Iris was stabbed to death, the force wasn’t that light."

Jordan Jacobs’ hand began to tremble uncontrollably with rage; he couldn’t let this woman in front of him off the hook. Despite the swelling pain on half his face and not daring to confront Lachlan Wyatt, he targeted Iris, saying, "Who exactly are you?"

"It doesn’t matter."

Withdrawn her fingers, Iris rubbed her wrist, her back rigid and stubborn, high heels clicking as she looked at the two wreaths, things filled with sorrow, yet at this moment, Iris felt a strange pleasure, as if it marked an ending.

But behind the pleasure lies destruction, lies brokenness.

So it feels like mutually assured destruction? Jordan Jacobs, do you know how much pain I felt back then?

Her eyes, red as blood, revealed the intensity of her emotions, yet she uttered no sound.

Two years have passed, the insignificant self of the past, and that innocent child.

The news of wreaths at the wedding caused an uproar, since someone like Young Master Jacobs is a media hotspot. Smelling something amiss, the reporters outside rushed in, originally to cover Jordan Jacobs’ grand wedding, but now changing to report juicier content. Flashbulbs and microphones surrounded Jordan Jacobs and Yvonne, instantly wrecking the wedding ceremony!

"Young Master Jacobs, what do you have to say about these two wreaths?"

"What is the truth of the kidnapping back then?"

"Young Master Jacobs, do you recognize this woman?"

"When did you meet Yvonne Jennings?! Was the affair true?"

Jordan Jacobs and Yvonne Jennings maintained their fake smiles while sweating to handle the troublesome reporters and media. To maintain societal status and public image, they couldn’t panic — those in certain circles indeed knew Yvonne was a mistress who rose in rank, widely known but unspoken. However, should the public catch wind, it would certainly shake Jacobs Family stocks!

Jordan Jacobs glanced around, noticing among the reporters some unfamiliar faces — given he had arranged for reporters to interview, there’s only one possibility for unfamiliar faces— this woman brought the reporters herself, expressly to cause his image collapse!

How could he not foresee a perfect wedding being so easily disrupted by a woman!

"Where are the security guards! Security! Chase the reporters out!"

"Young Master Jacobs, are you feeling guilty?!"

"You must be the murderer!"

"Don’t talk nonsense! Libel carries a responsibility!"

Amidst the chaos, Iris Crawford walked away on her high heels, Lachlan Wyatt watched from the side as she coldly exited the venue, stopping together in the underground parking lot.

By the Cullinan’s side, Iris Crawford donned a red dress, skin as pale as snow. She opened the car door, getting into the passenger seat, removing her mask.

In that instant, revealing her full face, stunningly beautiful.

Lachlan Wyatt glanced at Iris Crawford, his eyes darkening, "Ruined Jordan Jacobs’ wedding, feeling good?"

For now, it seems they won’t be getting married any time soon.

To his surprise, Iris didn’t blink, as if pretending thus could suppress the shimmer of her eyes, trembling as she said, "Not enough."

For his crimes, this is far from sufficient... merely an appetizer...

The way she looked had a fragile beauty.

On hearing Iris say it wasn’t enough, Lachlan Wyatt ignored her, casually taking off his suit and loosening his shirt collar. Iris snapped back to reality, pulling a corner of her mouth into a feigned indifferent smile, "Young Master Wyatt stripping to soothe me? Go ahead then."