The Day I Kissed An Older Man – Chapter 81
Chapter 81
Francine turned around and pointed her finger at Corinne. “It’s you! It’s one of your tricks again! You must’ve found this woman to take the blame!”
Corinne spread her arms innocently. “Francine, are you only going to be satisfied when I’m the escort as you’d hope?”
Francine replied unhappily, “What do you mean, as I’d hope? You are the escort!”
All of a sudden, a swift smack landed on Francine’s cheek, making a crisp sound.
Pamela panted, having slapped her granddaughter in rage.
“Are you not finished, Francine!? After the scene you caused at home, here you are in the police station, causing another scene! Corinne is your sister-in-law! Why do you keep humiliating her like this?!”
“Grandma, did you just slap me?” The flabbergasted Francine raised a hand to lightly cover her burning cheek. She whimpered, “You never hit me as a child, yet you slapped me because of Corinne?”
Pamela’s heart went soft when she saw tears dropping from her granddaughter’s eyes.
Nevertheless, Francine had crossed the line. Through gritted teeth, Pamela reprimanded strictly, “I should’ve slapped you earlier! You wouldn’t have behaved like a spoiled girl if I had taught you well. Apologize to Corinne now and seek her forgiveness!”
“Grandma, I’m not wrong! Why should I apologize?!” Francine had a meltdown and shouted like a crazy woman. “She’s the escort! I’m telling the truth! It’s her! Corinne Carew sold sex services at the hotel!”
Amid her ranting, she bolted toward Corinne, wrapped her fingers around Corinne’s neck aggressively, and shook her vehemently. “Just admit it! Admit that you were the escort at the hotel, you shameless, disgraceful woman!”
Corinne was unable to say anything as Francine kept shaking her.
The police officers in the station quickly surrounded them. “What do you think you’re doing? This is the police station. Stop immediately!”
Pamela was so anxious she nearly passed out. “Francine, stop it!”
Jeremy, having just finished his cigarette, entered the station in time to catch his grandmother from falling. With a cold glare, he ordered Francine, “Let go of her!”
Francine, usually intimidated by her brother, shrugged off her fear this time and blustered, “Brother, you can’t have this woman be your wife!”
Jeremy’s expression darkened. “Don’t make me repeat myself!”
Terrified by his demeanor, Francine immediately let go of Corinne.
Jeremy passed Pamela to Tommy, then strode over to lift Corinne’s face to check the red marks on her neck. “Are you an idiot?” he hissed. “Don’t you know how to avoid her hands?”
Displeased, Corinne’s eyebrows furrowed. “Mister, this is typical victim-blaming! She attacked me, so why are you blaming me for not avoiding it? You’re even blaming me! The Holdens are a bunch of unreasonable people!”
Jeremy’s tensed nerves eased slightly because of Corinne’s reply. He pinched her cheek. “Look at you with that sharp tongue.”
Corinne pursed her lips. “Hmph! I just got choked, and here you are, pinching my cheek! Like I said, you Holdens are unreasonable!”
Jeremy laughed, rubbing her head with his calloused hand. Then he looked to the side and glared daggers at Francine. “You! Get back home, now!”
Francine tried to ease his anger, whimpering feebly, “Jeremy…”
However, Jeremy ignored her and continued examining the red marks on Corinne’s fair neck, feeling the pain as though it were his own. “Does it hurt?”
Corinne rolled her eyes. “Not as painful as when you pinched my face!”
Jeremy’s lips quirked slightly. “Be more attentive next time.”
Corinne decided to ignore him.
The way Jeremy treated Corinne astonished Francine. He had never been so patient and tolerant with another woman. Her jealousy and resentment only grew as she shot Corinne a deadly look.
Corinne managed to escape once again.
‘You better watch out! I’m not going to go easy on you next time!’ Francine hissed to herself.
Tommy helped Pamela walk outside, with Francine following them.
Suddenly, two police officers escorted an obese middle-aged man into the station. The man saw Francine and rushed toward her, grabbing her clothes with his cuffed hands.
“Missus Holden! Missus Holden! Oh, it’s so nice to see you here! Please save me, Missus Holden!”
The man was none other than Richard Channing.
Francine panicked and avoided eye contact with him. “Ahem! What are you talking about? You have the wrong person! I…I’m not Missus Holden… I don’t even know you!”
