Chapter 245

Jonathan had no argument for that, but he still refused to give up. "Abbie, I—"

"Shut it. Don't call me that. You're dragging my name down to shit, and I don't like that."

Abigail showed no mercy. Jonathan blanched, and his gaze dripped with venom, though only for a second. His men were here with his pants, but they were blocked by the crowd outside. Jonathan was starting to panic, and then the manager came back with the authorities.

Greg said, "We'll do the test here. I don't want anyone accusing me of tampering with the sample. We have a big crowd here. It's fair for both of us, don't you think?"

Nobody had any objections, but Jonathan looked even more upset. The guys who came balked at the stench, but they had to see if the tea was spiked, since Greg specifically asked them to. The results were out in just a moment. Both the tea and water were fine, much to Jonathan's chagrin. "Impossible! Their tea must be spiked! There's no way I would have soiled my pants otherwise! I'm not a kid! I'd stay at home if I had a bad case of diarrhea!"

Jonathan was acting like a different person from his old, gentlemanly self. Wow. Why did I ever date him? I was blind.

"Mr. Fraser, if the tea was really spiked, then everyone would be having a case of diarrhea now, but they're all fine. You're the only one. This place reeks because of you, and Greg is already kind enough not to demand any compensation. It's not nice blaming them for your own fault."

Everyone thought she had a point. Food Hall was their go-to eatery, and they drank tea here everyday, but they were fine.

Jonathan was annoyed that Abigail kept humiliating him. "I know you're mad at me, Abigail, but can you not fan the flames?"

"Me, fanning the flames? Oh, you're such a josher. You don't get to tell me what to do. You're not even my friend."

Jonathan got even more embarrassed. Everyone was treating him with contempt, especially after Abigail spilled that he cheated with Emma five years ago.

"Mr. Fraser, be a man and stop attacking the lady. You have no proof, but she has," someone agreed. They thought Jonathan had gone too far.

to do! This is the only place I've been

"Fine. You're Victoria's kid after all, so I'll let this slide. This isn't our fault, so I'll get someone to send

himself to be a generous uncle entertaining his bratty nephew. Jonathan might be his nephew, but Greg was not that much older than

"I do not reek! This is your restaurant's fault! I demand compensation and a public

Or is your company in trouble? Tell me if you need any money. I have millions to

crowd scoffed at

ungrateful. That was one stupid move

fine if he treated Emma well, but now he's trying to cancel the marriage. I can't believe it. He should have cut things off if he didn't like her, but

same Emma who's tangled in a scandal? She's

Emma and

well. She looked at Jonathan and noticed the delight in his eyes. Oh, no can do. Can't have you looking so happy. She said, "Emma

out fine, but the reporters eventually realized that Abigail

helping Emma? No, that's impossible. They hate each other. Jonathan thought he was overthinking. There's no way Abigail would help her. His butt felt itchy and he wanted to move, but he could not. It might embarrass him

so forgetful, Mr. Fraser. You just

have no idea

understand me? Well, let me jog your memory then. Better yet, I'll let everyone listen to

to me first. She told me you never liked me. She said you hooked up with randos at bars, and

was telling her what Emma did just so Abigail would stop helping her,

herself down in this mess. She couldn't care less about the Kains' reputation, but she had her children and Greg's mother to care about. She did not want Valerie

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