Not One, But Two!

Chapter 244

The room still reeked, but it did not stop the reporters from barging in. Everyone wanted this scoop.

"What happened, Mr. Fraser?"

"Did something happen to you, Mr. Fraser? Are you down with something? Or is something wrong with the food?"

Jonathan grasped that straw. "Yes! Something's wrong with their tea! I suspect it's spiked! Someone is sabotaging me, and I demand an explanation!" In the heat of the moment, Jonathan forgot who owned this place. His plan to escape was destined to fail.

Greg sneered. "Ooh, someone demands an explanation, sweetheart."

"You still haven't taken the tea away yet." Abigail was getting worried.

"It's fine." Greg took her to room 302 without a care. "What's this? Do you want an explanation?" Greg came in with Abigail in hand.

Abigail knew the room reeked, but it still hit her like a truck. She covered her nose right away. "Did you soil your pants? At least keep your bowel movements in check, god."

Jonathan wanted to hide somewhere the sun did not shine. He realized the mistake he made the moment Greg came in. Sh*t. I totally forgot he owns this place, but I gotta go through with it. "I know the manager must have spiked my tea, uncle. I just know it."

"Did you get on the manager's bad side?" The smell was getting to Greg as well. He took a few steps back, and the crowd parted ways, but they stayed back to watch.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

This was the first time Jonathan was so embarrassed, and Abigail was right here too. It riled him up. "No. And that's why I want him to tell me why he did this."

"Do you have proof that the tea is spiked?" Greg asked calmly, but his face had fallen. Accusing them of serving subpar food would effectively ruin their reputation. It would be disastrous for Jonathan if he had no proof. Jonathan was related to Greg too, and it piqued the crowd's interest more.

Jonathan had no proof, and it frustrated him. "I'll have proof once someone investigates this."

"Very well then. Manager, get someone from the National Medical Products Administration here. I'll pay for the fine and all damages caused to Mr. Fraser if the tea is really spiked. But you'll have to explain yourself if this turns out to be a false alarm, Mr. Fraser," Greg said calmly, but the veiled threat was obvious.

Jonathan's heart skipped a beat. He turned his gaze to Abigail, annoyed that she didn't even pay him any attention. Fine. I'll go all out. We're already enemies anyway. And I have Grandma backing me up. He said, "Of course."

The manager went and made some calls.

Everyone stared at Jonathan while they waited for the authorities. They were whispering among themselves, and Jonathan felt like he was buck naked in front of them. The fact he soiled his pants was super embarrassing. "You had better not post the photos online, get it?"

Jonathan wanted to scream. He saw a lot of people taking photos of him, and nobody cared how he felt. No matter what the truth was, the fact that Jonathan soiled his pants in Food Hall was already worthy of a headline itself.

Some of the reporters were worried that the people would post the photos faster than they could, so they called their bosses and suggested that they post the photos right away.

Jonathan wanted to smash their cameras, but he could not even move. "I'll kill you if the photos make it online!"

Abigail felt like laughing. Wow, is he stupid? This is the age of the Internet. Nobody's scared of him. He wants to humiliate Emma? Well, I'll let him have a taste of his own medicine. And honestly, his medicine reeks.

Jonathan's humiliation made it online, and it topped the trending charts of most search engines.

Victoria almost fainted when she saw the video. She prided herself on being the descendant of an aristocrat, and she cared about her reputation more than anything, but her son just destroyed her family's reputation. "What's going on? Why did this happen? I want you to call these media outlets and tell them to take the video down, or I'll make them pay!"

She felt her heart sting, and she called Greg right away. She hoped he would help them out for Valerie's sake.

Greg received her call, and he sneered. He took it and turned the speaker on.

"Greg, I know you're busy, but you have to help me out."

"What is it?" Greg asked coldly.

Victoria was used to this treatment and did not mind it. Hurriedly, she said, "Jonathan probably did something stupid, and the whole Internet's sharing the video of him soiling his pants. He's your nephew after all. You don't want him to embarrass your family, right? You have to take those videos down. I know you can do it. And Mom won't like it if this finds its way to her."

Greg had a dark look on his face, and the air around him seemed to drop a few centigrades. Abigail noticed this change in him, and she held his hand.

Greg looked at her. She wanted to embarrass him. I don't know why she did that, but since she hates him, I'm not going to help him. Greg said icily, "Yeah, he did something stupid alright. He crossed me. I'm not going to do anything about the video. He said my restaurant's tea is spoiled. I won't let this slide until we have a definitive answer."

"What do you mean? What tea? Greg, can't you just let this slide? He's your nephew. Just let him win. You still have the Buckleys backing you up. Nobody's going to spread any rumors about you, but it wouldn't be the same for Jonathan. He's the Frasers' only heir. Nobody's going to marry him if news gets out that he soiled his pants in public."

Abigail was irked about that reply, and the crowd froze as well. Hey, I thought Victoria and Greg get along swimmingly. I thought Victoria raised him. Everyone says she lets Greg get his way even if her son has to sacrifice a little. But this… this is different from what we heard. Silence fell upon the crowd.

Jonathan realized his mother just ruined her own reputation. "What the hell are you talking about, Mom? I'm right here at Food Hall! Uncle owns this place! It's not his fault! The manager spiked my tea. Uncle has nothing to do with this."

Victoria froze up for a moment. The Food Hall? Greg owns a dumb eatery? And why did this boy have to have lunch there? "Are you alright, Jonathan? I'll be right there. Stay calm, alright?"

"Please just stay home, Mom." Mom's going to go into berserk mode if she comes, and there's a ton of reporters here. Jonathan was worried. He had to keep things as calm as it was. And I can't have Mom and Greg fight too, or nobody's going to convince Grandma to help me out. Jonathan was hedging all his bets on Valerie.

Greg saw through their tricks. He snorted and hung up.

The reporters knew what was going on right away. They were experienced, after all. The fact that Greg was so indifferent told them that an unknown feud was going on under the surface.

Abigail was still not looking at Jonathan. He said, "Abbie, can you—"

Greg hurled a teacup straight at Jonathan's mouth before he could finish. The force was strong enough to knock Jonathan's teeth out.

"Don't call her that! Abigail's my girlfriend and the mother of my child! She's your aunt!"

Jonathan was familiar with Greg's arrogance, but he had no idea Greg would humiliate him this much. Blood filled his mouth, and anger flashed in his eyes. "My aunt? Technically speaking, five years ago she was my girlfriend, and you took her from me! That's not too nice, isn't it?" Since he was already humiliated, Jonathan did not mind dragging Greg down with him. He knew the reporters would love a juicy secret like that.

He was right. The reporters' eyes lit up.

Whoa! A dogfight of the aristocrats. Is Greg behind this whole fiasco?

Everyone turned their sights to Greg.

Abigail expected Jonathan to spill the moment Greg attacked him, but this was a low blow. She sneered. "Oh, so you were my boyfriend, huh? Didn't see you show up when I was almost raped. Oh right, you were screwing my sister! Technically, she was your sister-in-law, but you dicked her down good and hard."

That sent the reporters into overdrive. Wow. That's one surprising twist.

Jonathan was surprised that Abigail would spill that, but he did not mind. Emma was already infamous enough, so he pinned all the blame on her. "She seduced me, Abbie. I was drunk, and I thought it was

you. I-It was a mistake. I've been wracked by guilt for five years. Can't you forgive me?"

"Oh? Wracked by guilt, you say? You were so wracked, you got engaged with my sister and dated her for five years. So wracked, you became her fiancé. If that's your guilt, then I don't want any of it."

The crowd started giving Jonathan looks of contempt. They had seen a few pieces of scum in their lives, but Jonathan took the cake.