F1 Champion's Perfect Crash: When Love Takes The Final Turn novel Chapter 22

After speaking, I didn't wait for Sterling' reaction and went to get the suitcase I had packed last night.

My movements were stiff from maintaining one position for so long.

But Jacob just lowered his head, eating the breakfast Bella brought, ignoring my actions.

I dragged my small suitcase to the door, then remembered something in the refrigerator.

So I turned back, ending up right in front of Jacob.

He paused his eating and snorted coldly:

"Now you realize your mistake? It's not too late to apologize! Don't be ungrateful, I've spoiled you too much these years!"

But I didn't even give him a glance, only looking at the refrigerator as I spoke:

"Excuse me, please move."

He sat there with a dark face, pretending not to hear, so I simply stepped over his legs.

From the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, I took out the meat pie my father had made for me during his last visit.

I carefully clutched it to my chest.

But as I turned to leave, Jacob deliberately stuck out his leg, tripping me.

My head hit the corner of the coffee table directly.

He frowned in displeasure: "What's so precious about that box of junk? Should have thrown that garbage out long ago! Makes my whole refrigerator smell like meat filling!"

I pushed myself up with both hands, my gaze falling on the flour-dusted floor.

But my vision was blurred by the blood slowly trickling down.

Bella giggled off to the side, seemingly happy that Jacob was doing this for her.

She was my stepfather's child and had always loathed me and my now dead father greatly.

This was simply because my father had been able to protect me from their bullying when she had bullied me and my mother had watched coldly, without doing a thing.

Jacob's face remained dark and superior as he irritably lit another cigarette for himself.

"Aurelia, can you stop being so embarrassing? Why don't you just kneel down and lick it off the floor? I just helped Bella out a bit yesterday, why are you acting so pitiful? Who are you trying to impress?"

"You knew the wedding was fake, so why are you making such a fuss now?"

"A fake wedding - how could that be more important than someone's life?"

I stared coldly at Jacob, "Life is indeed important, but my father's life wasn't important to you, was it, Jacob?"

His expression darkened with my questioning.

As I was dragging my suitcase to leave, Jacob couldn't help but roar angrily:

"Are you determined to act crazy with me today? I can go to the hospital to apologize to your father, isn't that enough? If that's not enough, I can even take Bella to apologize to your father in person! Do you want me to show your father her hospital IV records?"

His accusations ignited fury in my chest, making it heave violently.

So in his eyes, this was how unreasonable my father and I were.

Seeing my unusual reaction, Jacob's expression flashed with confusion before trying to rush over and grab me.

But Bella's voice stopped him.

"Uncle's tickets were probably fake, he shouldn't have arrived yet. It's probably not about uncle being upset, maybe Aurelia is just angry that you missed the wedding yesterday. It's okay, I can explain to her with the hospital records."

The rage suddenly exploded in my chest, burning away all my rationality.

The next moment, I grabbed the black bag from the shoe cabinet and hurled it at her head.