The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 67: Dramarama

Chapter 67: Dramarama

"Oh, my goodness, Filomena!" Irene glared at her daughter, who was standing in the corner of their living area.

Irene was tending to Jackson’s little scratches, but Jackson kept pulling up a drama. She felt like scolding her daughter was the right thing to do.

"Jack might have become your friend, but he is also your client. Moreover, even if he is your client or your friend, you shouldn’t push someone off the railings!" Irene added while Jackson nodded. "Apologize now!"

"I’m sorry," Fil murmured, sulking in the corner like a child being punished.

"Stand there until I finish tending to his wounds." Irene then faced Jackson apologetically. "Oh, you poor thing. My daughter isn’t always like this. This is not who she was."

"I know — ah." Jackson winced as he dramatically touched his arm. "It hurts."

"Let me take a look at it," Irene panicked as she worriedly checked the back of his arm.

It was just a mild scratch that anyone could have without even noticing. However, she believed everyone had a different level of pain tolerance. By the looks of it, his parents brought Jackson up like he was their most precious treasure.

"It’s okay," Irene cajoled, blowing mildly at Jackson’s scratch.

"Ouch."

"Almost done. Hang in there."

Fil’s face crumpled in dismay, watching Jackson act like a fragile vase that would break so easily. This was not how she knew him. Considering his energy in the bed and having an unlimited source of energy for his nonsense, those scratches were too mild. He wasn’t even bleeding!

"His wounds — actually, they’re just scratches. They aren’t that deep —" Fil bit her tongue when her mother glared at her.

"Haha! You should listen to your mother, Filly. Or else you’d be eating there alone." Simon, who was resting on the couch, laughed in amusement. Their children had already grown, but sometimes, their childishness brought back joyous memories of the past.

"Uhm, mom?" this time, Elijah raised his hand as if he were in a classroom. "Why am I being punished, too?"

Fil turned to her left, where Elijah was also standing. She almost forgot about him.

"You are standing there because you laughed first before helping our guest," Irene explained as a matter of fact. "Stay quiet and reflect on what you did wrong."

"Tch." Elijah clicked his tongue and frowned. He caught his sister looking at him from the corner of his eyes. But when he looked at her straight, Fil looked away. "Mom! Sis was laughing at me!"

"What? When was that?!" Fil gasped. "Mom, Eli is slandering me! I’m quietly reflecting here!"

"I saw you! You were smiling just now!"

"I wasn’t!"

"Dad!"

"Oh, god." Irene shook her head, sighing as she looked at Jackson. "They’re not always like this..."

There was a tinge of hesitation in her eyes, as she also couldn’t believe her remarks. They might be her children, and she loved them with all her heart. However, Fil and Elijah sometimes wake up with a childlike mind.

"They might argue now and then, but they’re good kids," she reassured Jackson. "I’m sure they meant no harm."

"You two will come with me tomorrow if you keep arguing with each other," Simon finally spoke before his children’s argument escalated to the next level. "We have a guest. Don’t forget that. Give us some face, will ya?"

Elijah clicked his tongue as he rolled his eyes at his sister. Fil, on the other hand, looked at her father with confusion.

"We’re not staying here tonight," she said to Simon. "Jackson can’t sleep here."

"Huh?" Simon cocked his head to the side. "But it’s already late."

"That’s right." Irene nodded, looking back at Jackson to ask, "Are you planning to leave tonight?"

"Yes!" Fil answered before Jackson could. "It might be late, but we don’t have enough rooms."

"But he is injured," Irene argued, almost making her daughter vomit blood.

"Mom, he only got scratches —"

"Filomena, I’m not talking to you. And I don’t want to hear another word about his injuries when you’re the cause of it."

Fil frowned as she pouted, shifting her eyes to Jackson. Much to her dismay, Jackson was smirking evilly at her, only for it to disappear when Irene set her eyes back on him.

’Mom! Don’t be blinded by his looks!’was what Fil wanted to say, but her mother was buying Jackson’s obvious dramarama.

"I don’t mind," said Jackson with a smile. "I had a terrible fall and I think I hit my head. The responsibility will fall on me if something happens on the road while I’m driving with a concussion. I don’t want to put myself and Fil in danger."

"That’s right." Irene sighed in relief. "It’ll be bad to drive in such a state."

"I can drive," Fil blurted out, only to hear Jackson speak again to Irene.

"And her driving skills scare me."

"Haha! I bet you are," Simon laughed in agreement, earning a frown from his daughter. "I’m sorry, princess. But Daddy is just being honest. I also have to look into your truck tomorrow."

"But you just checked it the last time I came here."

"And I said it needs regular maintenance and a quick look. I would check it daily if I only I can."

"If he’s sleeping here, where would he sleep?" Elijah asked out of pure curiosity, having this sense of dread creeping up in his heart.

"I can sleep on the couch," Jackson suggested. "Like I said, I don’t mind."

"How can we do that?" Irene sighed. "If you don’t mind, you can use Eli’s room."

"Why my room?"

Irene cast her son a look without saying a word. Elijah quickly gave in after seeing that look from his mother. Irene could be a tyrant when she wanted to.

"Fine!" Elijah sighed. "I’m sleeping on the couch."

"I can’t let that," Jackson remarked, making Elijah furrow his brows. "I’ll sleep on the couch."

"No, no!" Irene waved. "You can sleep in his room. He can sleep in ours or Fil’s."

’But I want to sleep with her,’ Jackson bit his tongue, but couldn’t conceal the disappointment in his eyes.

Her family might not see the words his eyes were speaking, but Fil somehow got it. She bit her lips to stop herself from laughing. She then hooked her arms over Elijah’s shoulder, standing on her toes because Elijah was taller than her.

"Ahem!" Fil cleared her throat. "Eli can stay with me. You take his room for the night."

Jackson looked at her, only to see the triumphant smirk plastered on her face. Much to her dismay, the corner of his lips curled up subtly. Seeing that look on his face, Fil felt this sudden dread creeping up her spine.

Why was he smiling now?

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