Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 487 The Difference Between Compassion and Playing the Saint

Octavia’s voice carried far, and Xavia caught fragments of their conversation from the back garden just before Octavia left. Seizing the opportunity, Xavia stepped out.

Joseph cast a brief glance at her. “Patrick, bring the worker here.”

Confused, Xavia asked, “What worker?”

“It appears that someone intentionally threw the metal bucket,” Chloe responded, her eyes. locked on Xavia.

Xavia’s pupils contracted abruptly, and her feet seemed to freeze, causing her entire body to stiffen momentarily. But it only lasted a second and she quickly regained her composure.

‘Whether Vanya acted independently or instructed someone else, she shouldn’t have revealed my involvement in this incident. Besides Vanya, no one else knows about it. I was just a bystander-a victim! Even if they bring the worker here, they can’t pin anything on me.’

With her face returning to normal, she put on a gentle smile. “Since it’s a worker, there’s no need for compensation. Just find out the truth and let him go. I’m a kind person and can’t stand seeing others suffer.”

Chloe withdrew her gaze, a smirk playing on her lips. “This self-proclaimed saint, acting all compassionate and kind. Well, why is she competing with me for my husband then?”

go just because he’s pitiful? There are plenty of pitiful people in this world. Why not start a charity?” Joseph settled into a large round chair, paying no mind to Xavia. “There’s a difference between being compassionate and playing the

to establish herself as the madam of the Whitmans in the future? This was her own foolish mistake. Joseph had always despised

her hand and gave Joseph an encouraging glance. ‘Well done. Keep

felt a sense of satisfaction and made a mental

oon.

worker followed Patrick into

her fist, overwhelmed with

you know,” Harold and

contact. Looking timid, he mumbled, “I didn’t throw the bucket. I was Just passing by. I don’t know anything else. I

sparked in Harold’s eyes as he perked up. “What are you afraid of?

“N-No one threatened me.”

too obvious. Something’s fishy

approach. “Don’t worry, if you tell us what

a glimmer of hope flickering in them. “You’ll really protect me?”