What? He was sending Wendy to school where?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clavendale University?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Was he out of his mind?!\u00a0<\/p>\n
Clavendale University was one of the top schools in the country\u2013what right did Wendy have to go there?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jessica\u2019s expression shifted as she processed this. \u201cStanley, Wendy dropped out of school when she was 16. She came from the countryside. The only thing she knows is how to seduce men. How does someone like her even have the right to go to Clavendale University?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley looked at Jessica without saying a word.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His gaze was firm and resolute, clearly indicating there was no room for negotiation on this. His decision to send Wendy to Clavendale University was final.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jessica was quick to catch on. The two of them had just started to patch things up, and she wasn\u2019t about to start a fight with Stanley now.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Besides, someone like Wendy would only make a fool of herself by going to Clavendale University. Eventually, Stanley would grow more and more tired of her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jessica didn\u2019t need to do anything\u2013she could just sit back and watch Wendy become a joke.\u00a0<\/p>\n
With a smile, Jessica said, \u201cAlright, Stanley. I\u2019ll go along with whatever you decide.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley reached over and pinched Jessica\u2019s little nose affectionately. \u201cGood girl.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jessica beamed, curling into his embrace.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy returned to the Hawk family\u2019s estate and waited in her bedroom for Stanley to come back.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hours passed, and it wasn\u2019t until late into the night that two bright beams of headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the driveway. Stanley had finally returned, driving his Rolls Royce Phantom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy figured he had been at the hospital with Jessica all this time, which was why he was so late.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Soon, the bedroom door creaked open, and Stanley walked in, carrying an icy cold aura with him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy looked up at him. \u201cHow\u2019s Jessica?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley, tall and imposing, entered the room and unbuttoned his suit jacket with a smooth motion. \u201cJust some bruises. No damage to the bones.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy didn\u2019t seem surprised. \u201cOf course, she wouldn\u2019t hurt her bones.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley turned to look at Wendy. Her sharp, clear eyes met his with calm composure.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you didn\u2019t push her. Jessica fell down the stairs on her own,\u201d he said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley\u2019s handsome face flickered in the dim light, his expression unreadable. \u201cI can\u2019t let her fall down the stairs again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Wendy almost laughed. Jessica was clever, especially when it came to manipulating Stanley.\u00a0<\/p>\n
This time, Jessica wasn\u2019t trying to frame her. She simply wanted to roll down the stairs in front of Stanley.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And in doing so, her goal had been accomplished.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had made Stanley care for her, and he couldn\u2019t help but feel guilty. She had him wrapped around her finger.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy met Stanley\u2019s gaze. \u201cI\u2019m sure you have something you want to say to me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley looked at her as she stood there in the soft light, her quiet and graceful figure in stark contrast to Jessica\u2019s domineering presence. Wendy seemed so calm and obedient- and smart.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She had already figured out he had something to say.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley cleared his throat, his voice almost a whisper. \u201cJessica doesn\u2019t want me to share a room with you anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201c1\u00a0<\/p>\n
Jessica forbade them from sharing a room together.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy was taken aback for a moment. It felt like a sharp sting to her heart, sudden and painful. The ache lingered, and for a moment, she was lost in the hurt.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She could almost hear Jessica\u2019s proud voice in her ears. \u201cWendy, I\u2019m afraid you might get too cocky, so now I\u2019m going to knock you down a peg.\u2018\u00a0<\/p>\n
11\u00a0<\/p>\n
And Jessica had succeeded. She had done exactly that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy\u2019s flawless little face remained unreadable, though it had lost a little of its color. She lowered her long, delicate lashes, her voice quiet as she spoke, \u201cI\u2019ll move out tonight. I\u2019ll talk to Grandma. I won\u2019t be coming back here.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy turned to leave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Stanley quickly grabbed her delicate wrist, pulling her gently but firmly back. \u201cIt\u2019s late. You should stay until tomorrow.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He added softly, \u201cI\u2019ll sleep in the study tonight.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wendy couldn\u2019t help but feel a pang of self\u2013mockery. With just a few words from Jessica, Stanley could turn into a model of chastity.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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