Chapter 566
Chapter 566
The midsummer night in Betrico carried on the faint hustle and bustle of the day.
Scattered couples lingered on the streets, reluctant to part. Bars, clubs, and various entertainment venues showed no signs of winding down.
A woman, covered in blood from head to toe, wandered aimlessly through the night streets.
From a distance, though she was riddled with wounds, a faint, arrogant smile hung on her lips, far prouder than anyone else’s,
The bloodstains on her body did nothing to make her look pitiful. Instead, they only made her seem more composed- more fearless.
Pedestrians, in small groups, shrank back in terror when they saw her, keeping their distance as if afraid they might cross paths with a deranged lunatic in the dead of night.
Her sharp high heels clicked against the pavement in a practiced, effortless rhythm. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, one after another. She walked quickly, her destination unknown to anyone.
Finally, at the far end of the street, she came to a stop. The place at the end of the street was none other than Ebb & Flow
And the woman standing at the entrance–was Lydia, who had walked all the way from the Walton family’s forest villa.
Now, she stood tall at Ebb & Flow’s doorway, covered in whip marks and blood, staring straight inside.
Perhaps it was her shocking appearance or the sheer eeriness of it all, but the staff at the entrance of Ebb & Flow recoiled in fear, immediately retreating inside to report what they had seen.
As it happened, Truman was there that night. Upon hearing the employees‘ report, he rushed out anxiously, worried that something was going wrong again.
The moment he stepped outside and saw Lydia, he was just as startled as his staff.
In disbelief, he blurted out, “Good God, are you Lydia Walton? You look terrifying. What the hell are you doing here all of a sudden?”
“And what happened to you? Why are you covered in so many wounds? Hey, don’t come any closer!” Truman shouted as Lydia took a step toward him.
At his shout, Lydia halted. She stood there silently, watching him.
Truman found her gaze unsettling and couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
His impression of Lydia was extremely poor. He thought she was ruthless and impossible to read, like a ticking time bomb.
But he wasn’t the type of man who would turn a blind eye to someone in need, completely devoid of conscience.
Lydia, noticing his hesitation, smiled and said, “Truman, let me ask you one question, just one. Answer me, and I’ll leave. I won’t disrupt your business any further.”
Truman studied her for a moment. He figured the less trouble, the better, and finally relented. “Fine, make it quick. It’s late- I was about to head home and sleep.”
Hearing Truman’s agreement, Lydia’s smile deepened, as if the pain from her wounds had completely vanished.
A few seconds later, she slowly spoke. “If I weren’t a daughter of the Walton family but came from an ordinary household…If
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Whether it was because she didn’t hear the answer the wanted or because the pen from her woods but br unbearable, the moment Truman turned away, Lydia collapsed backward
It didn’t look staged. The sound of her hinting the ground was loud enough to startle the pede on the sweet attack standing by the entrance of Ebb & Flow
The next day, when Lydia woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed.
Her memory of the previous night stopped at the moment Truman turned and waited away, ther four, all the recalled was the faint beeping of medical equipment.
Everything else was a blank.
She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, then at the bandages wrapped around her wounds. As she tried to move her aching, injured body to sit up, the door opened, and a nurse walked in.
Seeing her awake, the nurse immediately said, “Miss, you can’t move right now. You have too many injuries–you need to stay lying down.
“Lie back down. I don’t know what happened to you, but these wounds look terrifying,
“Please, stay still. I’ll change your IV drip. You need to remain in the hospital for a few more days to recover properly?
The nurse kept muttering as she worked, and Lydia, following her advice, lay back down.
After a moment of thought, Lydia asked, “Excuse me, nurse, is this Betrico Hospital?”
“Yes,” the nurse replied. “This is the general inpatient ward at Betrico Hospital”
Hearing this, Lydia asked again, “Did I arrive last night? Who brought me here?”
“The ambulance did. Someone called for one on your behalf, the nurse answered truthfully.
Lydia’s expression visibly dimmed at that answer.
As the nurse finished setting up the IV and was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something. “Oh, right, a gentleman came by later–he looked really familiar, like some celebrity or a big–shot businessman.
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