Chapter 151 Venting Her Anger
When Octavia started crying, the atmosphere instantly turned cold. But this chill wasn't because of Octavia's grievance—it was because everyone was shocked by how quickly she could turn on the tears.
Ambrose touched the spot where Ulysses had hit him, staring at her coldly, and let out a scornful laugh.
"We settled things four years ago. Let's not even talk about your motives for secretly having the child after finding out I was the one from that night, without telling me. Just the fact that you showed up in my room four years ago—I was being generous by not looking into it."
Hearing this, Octavia's crying suddenly stopped. She wiped her eyes and let go, saying with a hurt tone, "I've already told you all the reasons. Are you still doubting me?"
The store staff had all gathered around to watch. This was definitely not the right place to discuss wealthy family secrets.
Ambrose lowered his head and brushed off his clothes, saying flatly, "Since your father has arranged to meet my grandfather, let's discuss this in detail then."
With that, he didn't spare Octavia another glance. He turned to Scarlett beside him and asked, "Are you done shopping?"
Scarlett watched Octavia's fake act with cold eyes. When she heard the sudden question, she turned and first noticed the bruise on his face. She paused for two seconds before saying, "I'll go pay."
After speaking, she turned to pick up the Lego set she'd thrown on the floor in her rush earlier.
Octavia watched the two of them interact so naturally and intimately. She stared coldly at Scarlett—this woman was really something, still able to win Ambrose's favor even after falling from grace into the mud.
Just then, Ulysses's men arrived and helped Ulysses up from the floor. He was in worse shape—his entire face was covered in bruises and marks. Because of his delicate skin, it looked like a color palette, too painful to look at.
The glasses Ulysses usually wore were long gone. He shook off the bodyguard supporting him, wiped the blood from his nose, pointed at Ambrose, and warned viciously, "This isn't over."
"Even if you want it to be over, it's not possible," Ambrose looked at him with an icy expression.
The store manager rushed over, carefully asking if they needed to go to the hospital. Ambrose was fine, but Ulysses's face was covered in blood, and the manager was afraid this would affect the store's survival.
Ulysses took a tissue from his bodyguard and stuffed it in his nose, looking toward Scarlett, who had finished paying.
"Scarlett, the night your father had his accident, what happened to you..."
"Ulysses, do you want to die?" Ambrose shouted sharply, full of killing intent, looking like he was about to charge over again.
Chase quickly blocked him, "Mr. Boleyn, calm down."
Ulysses's bodyguards immediately surrounded him to prevent Ambrose from getting close, but Ulysses seemed intent on provoking Ambrose and continued, "Ambrose, this is betweenScarlett and me . It has nothing to do with you."
"Ulysses, whatever it is, can wait until tomorrow. Go to the hospital first—your nose is bleeding a lot." Octavia quickly walked over to stop Ulysses from saying more.
She turned to the two bodyguards, "Take him to the hospital."
Ulysses understood what Octavia meant. He pointed at Ambrose in frustration, "He treated you so badly, and you're still willing to sacrifice for him? Think carefully—don't embarrass the Mitchell family."
After throwing out these words, he turned and left.
Ambrose ignored Ulysses and walked up to the dazed Scarlett, "All done. Let's go back."
Scarlett snapped out of it, looked up at Ambrose without saying anything, and followed him toward the door, carrying the Lego set. As they passed Octavia, she heard her say, "Ambrose, bring the child tomorrow. I want to see him."
Ambrose turned around. He hadn't softened his attitude because of her earlier intervention, and replied coldly, "Tomorrow isn't a good time for him to appear. Let's talk about it after tomorrow's discussion."
With that, he took Scarlett's hand and walked past her.
Octavia watched their backs, her eyes dark.
Outside the store, Ulysses's words still echoed in Scarlett's mind. She glanced at Ambrose beside her.
"Why did you hit Ulysses just now?"
Ambrose knew she would find out sooner or later about his investigation into the man from that night, so he said, "I'll tell you in the car. Wait here for a moment."
He then turned and walked over to Chase, who had followed them out, telling him to stay and handle things and make sure no news leaked out. At the same time, he handed Chase a few strands of hair he'd been clutching.
"Ulysses's hair. Get it tested."
He'd managed to pull out Ulysses's hair during the fight.
Chase had been looking for a chance to get Ulysses's hair without success. Now the problem was solved. He took it.
"I'll handle it right away."
After giving instructions, Ambrose walked back to Scarlett and led her toward the parking lot.
Once they were in the car, Ambrose started the engine and drove out of the mall onto the main road before speaking.
"I've been investigating who set you up the night your father had his accident. Recently I found out that Ulysses was on the same floor—the floor you were on."
Scarlett froze, unable to process this for a moment, staring at him blankly.
She'd buried what happened that night deep in her heart, never daring to think about it. Now Ambrose suddenly said he'd been investigating it.
And he'd found out that the person who hurt her might be Ulysses.
The sudden shock left Scarlett unable to cope. She slumped back in her seat. The man from that night might be Ulysses.
Did that mean he was Yara's father?
No, impossible. Heaven wouldn't play such a cruel trick on her. It couldn't be.
She didn't dare think further.
Ulysses was from the Mitchell family. Even if he wasn't involved in Owen's situation, he was still from the Mitchell family—her enemy. How could he possibly be Yara's father?
A chill crept up from her feet, spreading upward. Scarlett felt so cold that she hugged her arms.
"It's not confirmed yet. Don't think too much about it," Ambrose said, seeing her reaction and regretting not punching Ulysses a few more times.
"Who asked you to investigate? What does my business have to do with you? Why did you go digging into it?" Scarlett turned and shouted at him.
Ambrose froze. Just then, the car reached an intersection and stopped at a red light. He turned to look at her.
Scarlett had buried her head in her arms, not moving. His expression darkened. He reached over and pulled her toward him, saying sternly, "I investigated because I think you shouldn't be bullied like this. I won't let anyone who bullies you get away with it."
Scarlett stared at him blankly. He was doing this to stand up for her. Though she was a bit surprised and touched, she didn't need this. All she wanted was a peaceful life.
She took a breath and lowered her voice.
"So what if you don't let him get away with it? Can it take me back to four years ago? No, right? Since it can't, why should I make myself miserable?"
"I'd rather not know. At least then I wouldn't have to be angry or sad knowing what kind of person Yara's father is. And if the other person knows about the child's existence, forget about whether they'll try to take the child—just their appearance could hurt Yara and destroy my peaceful life now. I don't want to know who that person is."
"With me here, I won't let Yara get hurt," Ambrose said, word by word.
Scarlett stared at him blankly, a helpless yet firm smile appearing at the corner of her lips. "There will always be times when you're not around."