Free Web NovelChapter 51: Chapter 51: It Was Willow Quincy Who Hit Him
"M-my... what do I think..." Ms. Armstrong’s eyes darted around, her earlier arrogance and aggression completely gone.
"What I think is... you have to pay up! My husband fell in your house. He broke his arm, knocked out his front teeth, and now he’s stuck in the hospital, unable to move! You have to compensate me for his medical bills and emotional distress, down to the very last cent!"
Felix Preston pushed up his glasses, which had slid down his nose. For once, the usually mild-mannered man had little patience left.
"Let’s not repeat the same nonsense. The police have already explained your legal options. You can either hire a lawyer to speak with me or file a lawsuit directly with the court. The choice is yours."
"Wh-what do you mean, ’the choice is mine’?" Ms. Armstrong stared, trying to look intimidating, but she didn’t dare meet Felix Preston’s eyes. "Let’s get one thing straight—I’m the victim here!"
"..." Felix Preston couldn’t be bothered to argue with her.
He turned to the two agents standing awkwardly to the side. "And what is your take on this?" he asked in a low voice.
As the manager, Lewis stepped forward to answer. "Mr. Preston, this situation is both simple and complicated. In our opinion, it would be best to consult a lawyer."
"Lawyers are the experts; let a professional determine who holds more or less liability. As for going to court, I personally don’t think it’s necessary. Your property is excellent, and Ms. Armstrong and her husband genuinely love it. If everyone can resolve this amicably, perhaps the sale can still go through."
Felix Preston: "There’s no need. I’m not selling my house to her."
"You—" Ms. Armstrong planted her hands on her hips, her aggressive streak flaring up again. "What gives you the right not to sell to me?"
Felix Preston glanced at her sideways. "It’s my house. What right do you think I need?"
"..." Ms. Armstrong was instantly speechless.
Felix Preston shot her a warning glare before turning back to Lewis. "My house is a prime property; I’ll have no trouble selling it. Don’t bring clients like her to me again. Understand?"
Lewis looked troubled. "Mr. Preston, that’s..."
His face cold, Felix Preston spoke without holding back. "This house is mine, and I have the right to choose the buyer. If you find my terms unreasonable, I can take the listing back right now. There are plenty of real estate agencies in Aethelburg. If you can’t handle this, someone else can."
"No! Please don’t do that!" Lawrence rushed forward with an apologetic smile. "Mr. Preston, your conditions aren’t unreasonable at all. We can do it, we absolutely can! Rest assured, from now on, we will screen potential clients’ character before any viewings. We’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again."
Felix Preston neither agreed nor disagreed. He took out his phone and sent a message to a lawyer friend. Only after he was done did he speak again. "The responsibility for this incident doesn’t lie solely with the seller and buyer. Your agency also bears a certain amount of blame."
"As I understand it, Ms. Armstrong and her husband were wearing the shoe covers provided by your agency when they came to view the house, correct?"
Lawrence nodded. "Correct."
Mrs. Preston said regretfully, "I told you all not to wear them. The house has tile floors, and those shoe covers are made of slippery plastic. It’s so easy to fall wearing them on tiles."
Lawrence scratched his head. "Mrs. Preston, I was just worried we’d get your house dirty."
"I told you I didn’t mind," Mrs. Preston said. "I stressed over and over that if it got dirty, I would just mop it again later. But you wouldn’t listen and insisted they wear the shoe covers inside."
"..." Lawrence had no response.
Felix Preston said coldly, "I’ve already found a lawyer. We’ll discuss how to apportion the liability when the time comes."
"Ms. Armstrong, leave your contact information. As soon as the lawyer determines liability, I will immediately transfer whatever compensation is owed to you."
Ms. Armstrong reluctantly left a WeChat ID.
Not wanting to get tangled up with them any further, Felix Preston added her on WeChat and showed them the door.
SLAM!
The door closed, and Mrs. Preston let out a groan, her head aching.
Felix Preston helped her sit down on the sofa and brought her a glass of warm water.
"Finally, they’re gone." Mrs. Preston took the glass and drank half of it in one go. "They’ve been shouting all afternoon. My ears feel like they’re about to get infected."
Felix patted her back to soothe her. "It’s been hard on you, Mom. Why don’t you go rest for a bit? I’ll handle the rest."
"No." Mrs. Preston put down the glass and waved her hand. "It’s getting late. I need to go make dinner for you all. Sonia is the one who’s had the hardest day. How about I make some braised pork knuckle over rice as compensation?"
"Yes!" Just hearing "braised pork knuckle over rice" made Sonia Quincy’s mouth water. She looked up at Mrs. Preston, her eyes twinkling. "Mom, how did you know that’s what I’ve been craving?"
Mrs. Preston smiled and patted her head. "I saw you liked a video of it while I was scrolling through my feed."
"Hehe..." Sonia Quincy felt a little embarrassed.
"You two relax. I’m going to go cook." Mrs. Preston tied on her apron and went into the kitchen.
Sonia Quincy glanced back toward the kitchen. Seeing that Mrs. Preston was already busy, she leaned in close to Felix Preston and said in a hushed voice, "I know who hit you."
Felix Preston lowered his gaze to meet hers, replying in the same quiet tone, "I know, too."
Sonia: "Was it Willow Quincy?"
Felix: "Yes. I had the police check the surveillance footage from the hospital entrance. It turns out Willow Quincy was also at that hospital on the day of the accident. And he was also dressed all in black."
"That psycho..." Sonia Quincy couldn’t stop herself from cursing.
Felix gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead and asked softly, "How did you know it was him?"
Sonia sneered. "He gave himself away."
"Hmm?" Felix was confused.
Sonia then recounted in detail how Willow Quincy had gotten her out of a tight spot, including the sharp, confrontational conversation they had afterward.
After listening, a suspicion began to form in Felix’s mind.
The guess was so shocking that as Felix looked into Sonia’s clear eyes, he didn’t dare say it out loud.
Sonia, oblivious, was still cursing Willow Quincy. "I seriously think there’s something wrong with his head. I’ve already been kicked out of the Quincy Family, so why is he still harassing me? What did I ever do to him in a past life to deserve this?"
"You don’t owe him anything." Felix reached out and cupped Sonia’s chin, suddenly finding the small mole on the tip of her nose adorable.
"You’re quits with the Quincy Family. You don’t owe him a thing,"
Sonia tilted her head in his palm, her expression charmingly innocent. "But he doesn’t want to let me go. Felix, what if he tries to hurt you again in the future?"
Felix’s thumb gently caressed her cheek as a faint smile touched his lips. "Don’t worry. I may be bankrupt now, but I still have some connections. I have ways to protect myself from him."
"It’s you I’m worried about. I’m afraid he might... later on..."
