Goodbye You Never Loved Me novel (Martha and Stefan)
Chapter 946 My Brother Got Into Trouble

Chapter 946 My Brother Got into Trouble

After a long silence, Rhys finally spoke up to Jenna.

He had a calm gaze and a serene expression, and he was not joking.

Jenna had no reason to refuse.

She received too much from the Williams family that didn't belong to her, and now Rhys is asking for her help for three months. She feels obligated to assist him.

That night, Jenna slept restlessly and had a dream. She dreamt that three months later, Mrs. Williams discovered the truth and caused a terrible scene.

Startled by the ringing alarm clock, she woke up from her dream, breathing heavily.

As she was trying to calm down, her phone rang. Jenna picked up her phone and saw that it was a call from Keaton's teacher.

"Are you Keaton's sister Jenna? Hurry and come to school, your brother has harassed a female classmate and the police have been called. They are waiting at the school now," the angry voice of the teacher came through on the phone.

She never thought that she would encounter such a thing in her teaching career!

As expected, the son of a gambler doesn't turn out well.

"I understand, I'll be there right away." Jenna's face looked grim. She had called the police, indicating that the situation was very serious.

She didn't dare to delay even for a moment and arrived at the teacher's office as quickly as possible.

The office was crowded with people, and Keaton was pushed into a corner. When he saw his sister come in, his eyes lit up. "Sis, they're slandering me! I really didn't bully the female classmate!"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, the man beside her forcefully shoved him and angrily cursed, "Nonsense! You're young and already not studying properly. What's the difference between you and your gambling-addicted father? The school shouldn't have let you in. You should be sent to juvenile detention!"

"But I didn't..." Keaton wanted to argue, but the man slapped him across the face without hesitation.

Being raped wasn't an honorable thing. Would her daughter lie about it?

"Say it properly. Don't hit my little brother. If it's really his fault, I won't be biased, but he hasn't been convicted yet!" Jenna frowned and intervened.

The man snorted and remained silent.

"So, that bastard Keaton tried to rape my daughter!" the man next to her shouted.

As a father, how could he remain indifferent when his daughter was being bullied like this?

If these people weren't holding him back, he would have punched Keaton, that bastard, to death. Bullying a female classmate when young, what would he do when he was older?

Jenna felt that something was off and turned to Keaton, saying, "Keaton, what's going on? Tell me that if it's not your fault, no one can slander you."

She believed that her brother is definitely not that kind of person!

Encouraged by Jenna, Keaton spoke up, "I never actually raped her. She said her things were thrown into the boys' restroom by a male classmate, and she was embarrassed to go in. She asked me to accompany her inside to look for them. Once we were in a cubicle, she undressed and said she wanted to date me!"

From beginning to end, he never once thought about bullying his female classmates or taking advantage of them.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the office was stunned, and even the police were taken aback. Why was this completely different from what the girl said?

"You're talking nonsense! Why would I want to seduce you into the boys' restroom? You're just the son of a gambler, what's so great about you? You were the one who dragged me in. I'm just a young girl, how could I have stronger strength than you?" Jennifer's eyes flashed with guilt as she vehemently protested.

Keaton was indeed the son of a gambler, but he had a sister who married into a wealthy family!

Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, the police had to step in to maintain order and make them quiet down.

Jenna quickly finished watching the surveillance footage and immediately noticed something suspicious. "Jennifer, are you saying that my brother forcibly pulled you in and you tried to resist but couldn't? Then I have to ask, why didn't you scream?"

For a moment, everyone looked at Jennifer.

"This is a school, not the busy street outside. There are many teachers and classmates around, if you shout, someone will come over. If I'm not mistaken, the classroom should be next to the restroom," Jenna asked.

"I... I," Jennifer was left speechless by the question, stuttering for a while before finally turning the tables. "You're also a woman. Just because he's your brother, does that give you the right to intimidate me like this? As a female student, if I were to scream and shout that I was raped, would that mean I have no shame?"

Her pitiful appearance immediately won everyone's sympathy.

"As a female student, it is indeed difficult for you to shout loudly," Jenna paused for a moment, then turned the conversation around. "But if you really dare not shout, why did you make such a big fuss in class afterwards? If you only told the teacher alone, that would be one thing, but instead you told everyone. Don't you think this is contradictory?"

It was strange that someone who didn't even dare to shout when being raped would cause such a commotion afterwards.

She wasn't favoring her own brother; she just wanted to get to the bottom of things.

"If my brother bullied you, then he deserves whatever punishment he gets, even if it means being sent to juvenile detention or prison. But if someone deliberately slanders my brother, I will not let them off lightly!"

Jenna's face grew more and more serious.

This accusation was an insult to her brother.

"You're Jennifer, right?" The police officer walked up to Jennifer and patiently questioned her in front of everyone. "Tell us everything truthfully. Don't worry. We'll ensure justice is served."

They were professionally trained and their seemingly casual questioning actually hit all the key points. Soon enough, Jennifer couldn't hold on anymore and there were more holes in her story than Swiss cheese.

"Jennifer! What's going on? Can't remember?" Mr. Watson also noticed something amiss as he looked at his daughter with an urgent tone.

He had a suspicion but didn't want it confirmed: how could his daughter stoop so low as lying about something like this? How could she be so bad?

The more he urged her on, the greater pressure Jennifer felt until she finally broke down completely and cried while hugging herself tightly.

"What's going on with you? You scoundrel!" Mr. Watson kicked her hard in anger. "Is this kind of thing fun for you? Is this something that can be joked about? You called us all here for what?"

He had even left his client alone just so he could come quickly over here, hoping justice would prevail for his daughter, but now he completely lost face. His own daughter wasn't even a victim; rather she was actually causing harm!