Chapter 464: Drinking the Mistaken Soup
Chapter 464: Chapter 464: Drinking the Mistaken Soup
After Nathaniel Nathan confirmed Susan Caldwell’s identity, he had someone deliver the files, just as they were, to the fiercely righteous Winter Sullivan.
Susan Caldwell was shocked by Winter Sullivan’s words. She had previously suspected it was Vera Xavier’s doing, that she had secretly sent a file to Winter Sullivan.
What she never expected, however, was that the file had been delivered to Winter Sullivan directly from the military.
Susan Caldwell had witnessed Vera Xavier’s abilities before, but she also knew that given the caliber of people Vera currently had access to, something like this was beyond her reach.
She immediately thought of Nathaniel Nathan, a faint suspicion forming that he might have done it. She was both mortified and furious. In Trellis, she had already humbled herself and made advances toward him. ’And he still treats me like this!’
’What kind of Mistaken Soup has Vera Xavier given him?!’
Winter Sullivan looked at her colorless face and said coldly, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Susan Caldwell bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. She turned to Julian Caldwell, pleading for help, but he said nothing.
Although Julian Caldwell doted on Susan, his affection wasn’t without principles. He, too, felt that Susan had gone too far this time. But as a doting father, he couldn’t bear to see her tear-filled eyes, so he turned his head away to avoid looking at her.
The moment Susan Caldwell saw this, she knew there was no escaping her fate today. The only thing she could do now was find a way to salvage her image in the eyes of Winter Sullivan and Julian Caldwell.
And so, she began to speak through her tears. "About what happened in Trellis, I admit I was wrong. But you weren’t there. You don’t know how horrible those people were. The reason I had Leo Wright hit that vendor was because he said I was pretty and that he was going to sell me off to some village deep in the mountains. He even tried to grope me."
"And as for the bet, I was completely framed! If I lose, I admit defeat, of course. But when I went to the restroom, I really did see her getting tangled up with that drug lord who was later killed. I only called the police because I was thinking of the greater good!"
This explanation seemed to absolve her, but it was still riddled with holes.
So she added, "Ever since I was little, I’ve heard Mom talk about how dangerous drugs are, and how all traffickers deserve to go to hell. I wanted to bring the criminal to justice as fast as possible, so I used Dad’s name when I called the police, hoping to eliminate a threat to the public. I never expected it to be a misunderstanding."
Winter Sullivan’s brow furrowed. She was in her forties, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Her features were delicate and refined, her skin fair. Perhaps because she rarely smiled, time had left few traces on her face, a fact that only enhanced her allure. She radiated the aura of a mature woman—intellectual and coolly detached, as formidable as snow on a high mountain.
Her eyes were full of scrutiny as she watched Susan Caldwell, who started crying again. "On this trip to Trellis, first I was bullied, then I was misunderstood, and I nearly lost my life! I admit I didn’t handle everything perfectly, but you’re my parents! Forget about comforting me, but to doubt me like this... it’s just so hurtful!"
With that, she ran straight upstairs and back to her room.
Winter Sullivan’s frown deepened. She stood up, intending to pull Susan Caldwell back and press her for more details, but Julian Caldwell had already softened. "Susan has always been so well-behaved and sensible. Your files might be real, but they don’t show the cause and effect. Susan is still young; it’s inevitable that she won’t handle things perfectly."