Looking at Twinkle who just had her heart broken, Donald was a little terrified.
Having followed Patrick for many years and judging from his reaction, Donald knew very well how important Twinkle was to Patrick.
He glanced carefully at Patrick and saw a sullen face with tight lips and sharp jawline, staring at Twinkle’s back as if he could stare through her.
Donald quickly tried to find the source of the problem, and softly coaxed Twinkle, “Miss Simpson, please let us know of anything that’s up and we will try our best to help you. Please don’t cry. When you cry, it’s a bad day for all of us.”
Donald wasn’t lying when he said that because no one can escape if Patrick is upset.
In contrast, Patrick was more interested in understanding why Twinkle was so hurt. “You just asked for my clothes. What do you need them for?”
Twinkle took a deep breath, didn’t speak or turn around.
She suddenly felt as if she was a fool. She knew what was up, yet she still took the long flight just to get hurt.
Watching them act and pretend in front of her, watching him come out of the shower, no more evidence left.
What was the point?
Just one call or even one text – “uncle, you are not my type, I’m not getting married” – could have made a difference.
She wouldn’t have been deceived by his pitiful childhood.
He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing!
How foolish she was!
Twinkle was dead on her feet, but she still lifted her foot and walked towards the exit.
If she had stayed behind, it would’ve only been awkward and embarrassing for her, not the rest of them.
No more asking, no more talking, no more venting.
Twinkle saw no point.
They worked together to fabricate lies, but she was not there to be the clown, so why would she believe them?
Janet Jane was frightened when she saw Twinkle and immediately walked into the room, starting to blame herself. “Miss Simpson, please listen to me, things aren’t the way you imagined them to be. Could you please let me explain?”
Right after she spoke, Janet Jane felt many eyes suddenly on her.
Trump wanted to protect his wife, but knew that since it concerned Twinkle, Patrick wouldn’t go easy on her.
When Donald noticed Patrick staring daggers at his sister-in-law, Janet Jane, he immediately spoke up out of fear before Patrick had the chance to say anything. “Janet, did you play some kind of prank?”
Donald then walked towards Twinkle with a smile and blocked her way. “Miss Simpson, you might not have known that my sister-in-law likes to play pranks and even tricks people here at the Purple palace. Did she say anything to you? Perhaps she was lying to you. Why don’t you tell us, so we can help you analyze and understand what she said?”
Twinkle opened her mouth, took a deep breath, and closed it again.
It was obvious she had no intent to respond to Donald.
She slowly lifted up her eyelids and looked at Janet Jane. “Janet, about your previous call, did you want to tell me that you called a female friend on purpose?”
Janet Jane, “…”
Twinkle continued. “And about your call to Trump, did you want to tell me that you didn’t call at all and it was all an act?”
Janet Jane, “…”
Twinkle smiled as she cried. “Did you want to tell me that this was all a prank of yours?”
Janet Jane started regretting and worrying.
She wished she hadn’t played petty tricks on Twinkle in the evening. There was no way out of what she had brought upon herself now.
But Janet Jane didn’t want to hurt Twinkle on purpose, she just wanted to know whether Twinkle had any feelings for Patrick.
Pressured by deep guilt inside and by the several eyes staring at her, Janet Jane couldn’t do anything except look at Twinkle. “Miss Simpson, you are right, everything you said is right,” Janet Jane spoke carefully.
“You really think I’m going to believe that?” Twinkled sobbed. “I’m young but I’m not an idiot. I have the truth in front of me but you’re telling me that it’s a lie. You’re treating me as if my IQ is negative.”
A soft voice came from the bedside. “Twinkle, stop crying first and don’t be so sad. Can you tell me what’s happening?”
Twinkle stood still and closed her eyes.
The next time she opened her eyes, she dashed out of the room, through the gap between where Janet Jane, Donald, and Trump stood.
No one expected her to move so fast!
When Janet Jane and Donald planned on chasing after Twinkle, Trump quickly stopped them and said, “Donald, stay with Patrick. Janet, explain to Patrick what happened. I’ll go after Twinkle.”
The next second, Trump ran out towards Twinkle’s direction.
Donald, in contrast, couldn’t help but pull on Janet Jane’s arm. “Janet, stop fooling around. We can’t play around with Miss Simpson. She doesn’t have a lot of social experience and you’re the one she trusted the most during her two-day stay at Purple palace. If you try to manipulate her, she obviously wouldn’t find out.”
Janet Jane didn’t dare to look at Patrick.
She clearly felt the temperature drop in the room, cold as if they were at the North Pole.
She dipped her head out of guilt and embarrassment, knowing that she had taken things too far, and explained what she had done.
However, even after she finished explaining everything, Trump still wasn’t able to find Twinkle.
The man who sat quietly at the bedside gently closed his eyes. He didn’t speak or show any emotion; his expression didn’t change at all.
Donald had no idea what Patrick was thinking, but there was one thing he was sure of – if Miss Simpson was sad, then Patrick wouldn’t feel well either. Suddenly, Donald’s eyes shined as he said, “Could it be that Miss Simpson was sad because she was jealous?”
With everything that had happened, Janet Jane became careful and replied, “I don’t know.”
By then, Trump finally returned and after glancing at his wife Janet, he spoke to Patrick, “I lost Miss Simpson.”
Patrick did not say anything.
When Twinkle wasn’t present, he acted as if he was actually mute.
He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil from the bedside table and wrote down a word.
Search.
Trump saw what Patrick wrote and said, “Patrick, this isn’t our territory and our resources are limited. Should we find someone in our network to help us search for her?”
Patrick thought for a moment and wrote down another word on the paper.
Nelson.
City H is controlled by the Nelsons and is Mrs. Moon’s parents’ home.
Trump understood immediately and left to handle the rest.
Janet Jane was thinking of something to say until she saw Patrick gesturing to her and Donald to leave.
“I’m sorry, Patrick.”
Janet Jane felt bad, but Patrick did not even spare her a glance.
Donald signed lightly and pulled Janet Jane out of Patrick’s room.
Patrick didn’t mention anything about punishment because they all grew up together. Otherwise, if it was someone else who dared lose sight of Twinkle, the consequences wouldn’t be as light.