The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
The Second Act 326

Chapter 326

Jackson, it hurts so much" Unexpectedly, just as she had fallen to the ground, Cere called out pitifully. She pouted her lips, and her eyes even shimmered with tears.

Jackson's deep gaze shifted onto Cece. Without a word, his thin lips pressed tightly together; he just silently reached out and helped the girl half to her feet, Oneida watched silently, her expression complex as she clenched her fingers.

But in het heart, Cece was almost blooming with joy. The corner of her mouth lifted in an almost imperceptible smirk. She knew Jackson would take her side. She had seen Jackson coming from the entranceso, she played this little scene on purpose. And by the look of things, her gambit of a ploy had paid off spectacularly.

"How are you feeling?" Jackson's voice was heavy, his face still sharp and cold.

"It feels... like it might be a bit burnt," Cece said with her eyes lowered, a pained expression on her face. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Jackson's arms stir slightly and she thought Jackson was about to pick her up. Her heart leaped at the thought, and her palms instinctively reached up, aiming to loop around his reek.

However, Jackson didn't pick her up but, instead looked over at Carlos, the butler, and commanded coldly. "Fake her back to her room and call the doctor."

Carlos, suddenly called upon, was not flustered in the least. He nodded respectfully and replied with a "Yes." Then he quickly stepped over and scooped Cece up from the ground.

"You Cece found herself in Carlos' embrace. This was not what she pictured at all. Jackson actually had Carlos carry her. Her face still wore a guise of weakness and pain, but inside, she seethed with irritation, her fingertips digging into her palm as her eyes unintentionally betrayed a flash of resentment..

Meanwhile, Jackson had already turned his attention to Oneida. His thin lips slightly raised, as if he were about to say something.

The more Cece watched, the angrier she became until, in a moment of heated impulse, she reached out and grabbed Jackson's arm. "Jackson, I'm really uncomfortable!" she whined pitifully, her voice much louder than necessary, "Stay with me to see the doctor. I'm scared on my own!" She shook Jackson's arm insistently, her tears nearly spilling over, "I only know you here. Please stay with me... I don't want to see the doctor alone!"

Jackson's brows imperceptibly knitted together for a moment. After a pause, he finally replied with a detached, "Alright."

Oneida's expression darkened as she heard this simple affirmation. Then Jackson turned back to her and spoke in a low voice, "I'll accompany her to see the doctor first. We'll talk later." His voice remained cool and pleasant, offering no hint of emotion-no anger, no excitement, only his usual calm.

At that moment, Oneida could not fathom what he was thinking. She thought, 'What does he want to talk to me about? Accuse me of "hurting" Cece? Or scold me to vent on Cece's behalf?' Oneida couldn't keep her composure; the poised intelligence she usually had seemed to crumble away in an instant. A whirl of thoughts swarmed her mind. She stood there motionless, her face a mask of indifference, saying nothing. After giving her a look and seeing no response, Jackson said nothing more. He turned away and followed Carlos as they took Cece away.

08.34 Mon.