Ex-wife, Please Come Back

Chapter 265 Spilled The Beans

When James was on the verge of punching Jonathan, Jacob shouted and pleaded with him to stop. If James bruised Jonathan so violently today, he might try to stir more troubles for them.

Jacob knew Jonathan was capable of stooping very low. He was tired of tolerating this man. In the past, he had used plenty of opportunities to humiliate him.

Now, on Jacob's request, James came to a halt. His fist stopped a few centimeters away from Jonathan's face and everyone present gaped at them, their face a mask of shock. They wondered if Jonathan's words had any truth in them.

"What? Are you angry because I am telling everyone the truth?" Jonathan asked, his face turning malicious. Jacob had stopped James because he knew if he beat him up, everyone would believe his words were true.

In short, Jacob had stopped his uncle for their own benefit. Moreover, he had no desire to pick a fight at his father's funeral.

If a fight took place, not only the police would come, but several reports would follow suit. This was exactly what Jonathan wanted. He wanted Jacob to pay for everything he had done.

"Shut up. In all my life, I haven't come across a person as despicable as you," James said, raising his eyebrows. He was writhing with fury. Jonathan had constantly tested his patience.

In spite of this, he tried to hold back his rage. He knew he had behaved quite impulsively. He was thankful to Jacob whose words had persuaded him to let go of this terrible man.

Even now, it took a lot of effort for him to hold back the urge to tear Jonathan apart. This man's existence was a bane of humankind.

"Stop speaking rubbish! This is a funeral so show some decency. If you continue to lie, I can sue you for slander." This time it was Jacob who spoke. Like his uncle, he too was having a hard time holding back his rage. If this wasn't his father's funeral, he would have most certainly slapped Jonathan.

"You are quite an actor! Now that your truth has been exposed, you are trying to put the blame on me. In that case, do what you want. I have collected solid evidence! I am aware that Mr. Michael opted for euthanasia. Why did you lie to everyone? Why did you tell them his death was caused by an operation accident?"

Jonathan demanded, a smile making its way to his face. He looked calm and composed today. For some reason, he seemed to believe the victory would be his.

The people present were already beginning to look dubious. They loved and trusted Jacob so they had difficulty in believing Jonathan's words. However, the scene that had unraveled before them had stirred up curiosity within them. Now they kept wondering if Michael had indeed chosen euthanasia or his death was caused by an accident.

A frown crept onto Jacob's face. He knew there was no point in denying it. "Yes, you are right. My father indeed chose mercy killing."

He lowered his head, his eyes slowly moving to his dead father. Even now, he blamed himself for his father's mercy. He was already hurting from the inside and now he had to deal with all these people. The funeral home had gotten quite noisy. People found this news hard to digest.

However, there was one man who seemed unsurprised. It was Will. He also believed Jacob was capable of handling the situation. After all, he was a strong man. He could easily defeat Jonathan who seemed like a weak guy.

But deep down he felt terrible for Jacob. One after another, difficult situations had been put before him.

And now everyone gaped at him, eager for an explanation. They still found it hard to believe Jacob had allowed his father to take such a drastic step.

Jonathan's unfriendly gaze was glued on Jacob. He was glad to realize his enemy was finally getting punished. He began to envision a future where everything that belonged to Jacob would become his.

Now he was one step closer to his victory. Jonathan was paving a way for a brighter future. His frivolous behavior in the past was nothing but a disguise. The real game had just begun.

"I don't understand why you are after me. I have no idea why you are trying to investigate after my father's death." Jacob squinted his eyes and feigned indifference.

He wouldn't give Jonathan the satisfaction of seeing him sad.

His enemy was under the impression his deeds were making him weaker. But the truth was, with every obstacle Jacob faced, he was becoming stronger and stronger.

Therefore, Jacob put on a calm face.

"Instead of answering my question, you are simply putting a question before me. So tell me, did you hate Mr. Michael so much that you decided to get him killed?"

Jonathan was hell-bent on making everyone take his side. Once Jacob's reputation was ruined in front of those who cared about him, he would be another step closer to success. At the thought of turning people against Jacob, he began to feel excited.

Looking at how dire the situation had turned, Sara anxiously stood glued to her spot. She was overcome by an urge to help Jacob but she knew men liked to fight their own battles. Therefore, all she could do was stand and watch silently. Moreover, she had faith in Jacob. He was quite a capable man.

With a frown, Jacob took a few steps towards Jonathan. At this moment, his eyes were filled with rage. It looked like he could swallow the mountains and rivers if he wished to do it. Something about his manner made the people present quiver a little.

At this moment, the people around could tell Jacob was right. His face depicted raw vulnerability beneath the rage. If anything, instead of making them dislike him, his demeanor brought a sense of confidence in those who loved him.

In the beginning, people disregarded Jonathan's words. But now, they eagerly waited for an explanation. Even though they loved Jacob, they wanted the truth out of him.

Of course, there was nothing terrible about the truth. Silence was terrible but with the right words, Jacob could tell everyone he was not guilty.

"I have no idea what dirty methods you may have used to find out and splash this news. But let me tell you, you are going to pay for this. I will find a way to defeat you,"

Jacob said as he continued to walk towards his cousin. Being quite a tall man, he was like an imposing figure in front of Jonathan.

However, he had no desire to beat him.

He was ashamed to call this deceitful man his cousin. Perhaps Jonathan was even worse than a stranger.

Jacob wanted to fight back, but for now, he had to keep his rage under control.

His cousin let out a laugh and said, "You are wrong if you think you can scare me. My dear brother, spill the beans. I want to tell you that it's not over until you explain everything properly. After all, Mr. Michael worked hard for the Shi clan. I have every right to fight for his justice."

Raising his eyes, Jonathan looked straight at Jacob. He couldn't afford to look weak before all these people.

"I'm afraid I know better than you about my father's contribution. Get the hell out of my way!" Jacob roared and gave him a push. Once he had dealt with Jonathan, he addressed the people present. His expression softened as he held the microphone.

"Hello everyone. I would like to give everyone a sincere apology. It wasn't my intention to hide the truth from anyone. But I had hoped this issue wouldn't be brought out at the funeral. Anyway, now I would like to testify what my cousin had said is true. My father really opted for euthanasia."

Jacob looked sadly at his father's coffin, his heart beginning to ache. He was sorry that his father's peace had been disturbed by his cousin.

"But only part of his words were true. He lied when he said I killed my father. I have the record of the doctor which clearly shows that my father was the one who wanted euthanasia. When the doctor asked me to sign the contract, I could only obey."

On the outside, he looked calm but he was in deep pain. If he had a choice, he would have kept the records to himself. However, his cousin had accused him of a miserable deed. He had no choice but to show it to everyone.

"How heartless of you to keep a record of such a moment! How dare you treat my uncle so badly!" Jonathan interrupted, realizing people would sympathize with Jacob if he failed to speak. Since his first plan had failed, he was coming up with a new plan to humiliate Jacob.

"Heartless? You are slandering me at my father's funeral! Is that not heartless?" Jacob uttered, but he didn't lift his eyes to look at his cousin. To him, that man was dead. He wouldn't even acknowledge his presence.

"You! Don't try to think you can confuse people with your words! The point is, you tried to hide the truth of Mr. Michael's death from people!" Jonathan was good at finding fault with others.

"That's enough. Jonathan, behave yourself. Don't forget this is a funeral. Everybody can see you are trying to create a mountain out of a molehill. Let me tell you, you'd better accumulate some proper argument before you set forth to fight in the future."

Watching the situation get worse, Sara couldn't help but speak up. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Hearing her words, Jonathan's face creased with a frown. He realized he had no one to support him. It was always Jacob. This was a situation he had experienced a million times in the past.

"Look at this! The ex-wife is behaving so dutifully. Your former father-in-law is dead so you are here to mourn. Just be an onlooker. Don't try to lecture me, okay?" he roared.