The old lady, typically accompanied when she ventured outdoors due to her age, had ventured out on her own for an entire afternoon. This unexpected absence had left Jack in a state of concern and anxiety. To make matters worse, she hadn't even made a phone call!
Georgia could discern the reproach in the man's voice, causing her to clench her hand around the phone. Her brows furrowed, and she responded in a measured tone, "Why should I call you? Isn't it your responsibility to look after grandma?"
Leng Buting, who had been listening in on the call, found himself at a loss for words. Jack's usually frigid gaze seemed to flicker with a spark of anger as he tersely declared, "I'm on my way."
With that, he hung up abruptly, leaving Georgia fuming with frustration at the injustice of it all. It was clearly his responsibility, yet he had the audacity to place the blame on her. What nonsense!
Sliding her phone back into her pocket, she turned to the metaphor, her expression cold, and commanded, "Drive faster."
Du Yue complied immediately, his cautious gaze flickering through the rearview mirror. He couldn't recall the last time he had seen Jack so furious. He was uncertain whether this anger was directed at the old lady or Georgia.
Finally, they arrived at the entrance of the community. Jack alighted from the car and made a beeline for Georgia's residence. Suppressing his anger, he raised his hand and rapped on her door.
The door swung open, revealing Georgia standing on the threshold. The man before her, dressed in a charcoal gray suit, stood tall and exuded an air of distinct charisma. His face was strikingly handsome, marred only by the stormy scowl that graced his features.
Georgia furrowed her brows, wanting to avoid looking at him. She subconsciously turned away, but before she could take a step, a strong grip on her wrist halted her. She was forcibly turned back to face him, and the gap between them suddenly diminished. Georgia's steps faltered, and for a moment, it felt like she might tumble into his arms. She steadied herself, her heart pounding in her chest.
With gritted teeth, she retorted, "What are you doing?"
Jack's brows knitted as he responded, "Why didn't you call me? Do you know how worried I was?"
The question, at first glance, carried an inexplicable ambiguity. Georgia found herself ensnared by the deep, clear pools of his eyes, and her heart raced uncontrollably. She clenched her teeth and retorted, her face flushed with anger, "Do I have any obligation to call you? Let go of me!"
Gazing at the fiery woman before him, Jack's expression darkened. In a low voice, he challenged, "What if I don't let go?"
"You dare!"
The words did not come from Georgia but from behind her. Simultaneously, they turned to see the elderly lady approaching on crutches.
The old lady strode up to Georgia, her eyes blazing with anger as she glared at Jack. Her voice carried an air of silent authority as she demanded, "Let go!"
Jack hesitated for a moment before releasing his grip.
"You scoundrel! Who do you think you are? You divorced Georgia without even informing her. Even without that, what's wrong with holding someone's hand after a divorce?" The old lady furiously tapped her crutch on the ground, her body trembling. "And what's the fuss about her not calling you? Have you not realized your own mistakes?"
Jack lowered his head in the face of the scolding, his eyelashes trembling. He spoke softly, "I was worried about you..."