NovelEnglishChapter 238 The Simpson family was having a day, to say the least. Miriam, looking as elegant and poised as ever, was eagerly waiting for Rupert to cover for dinner. But just as she was setting the table, her phone buzzed with a distress call from her daughter, Bridget.
Alarmed, Miriam didn't hesitate to spend a small fortune to shoo away the lurking paparazzi around her house. As soon as her car pulled up, she rushed out, yanking the door open only to find Bridget covered in blood, looking like something out of a horror movie.
"Bridget! What on earth happened?" Miriam gasped, her face going pale.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mom, helpinside," Bridget mumbled, looking like she could barely stand.
"Of course, of course." Without wasting another second, Miriam helped her daughter out of the car. Blood was dripping from Bridget's dress onto the driveway, and Miriam quickly wrapped her up in her own coat to stop the trail.
Before leaving, Bridget shot a menacing look at the driver, jabbing a finger into his chest. "If you breathe a word about tonight, your little daughter might just disappear, you hear me?" "Yes, Miss," the driver muttered, bowing his head.
Miriam gave Bridget a gentle nudge. "Why are you wasting twith the help? Let's get you inside." Bridget nodded, leaning heavily on her mother as they made their way into the house. The driver stood by the car, his face a mix of fear and frustration.
Little did they know, one of the paparazzi, who had a good nose for trouble, had never actually left. He had sensed something big was going down when Miriam tried to pack him off. So, he pretended to leave but sneaked back, capturing the whole juicy scene. He scrolled through the photos on his camera until he found the shot of the driver's humiliated face and chuckled to himself.
Meanwhile, Sylvia had called for a ride using her phone, but the pickup location was set to the corner of the street from earlier in the day, and in her haste, she forgot to change it. When she realized, the driver was already on his way, and she had no choice but to hobble painfully towards the intersection.
Just then, Freya stepped out of her studio. Sylvia called out, "Freya, can you..." but before she could finish asking for help, Freya cut her off, eyeing Sylvia's injured foot.
"Sorry, Sylvia, my mom hurt her back at work this afternoon. I really have to get to the hospital. I wish I could help," Freya said, her face showing concern, though there was a mischievous glint in her eyes.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFreya was secretly hoping Sylvia would take a tumble and make a fool of herself. She already had her phone set to camera mode, ready to capture Sylvia's fall from grace and post it online for everyone at school to see.
Sylvia sighed, deciding to soldier on. But as she turned away, a sleek black car pulled up beside her. The window rolled down, revealing a man with strikingly handsfeatures.
"Get in," he said, his voice smooth and commanding.
"No, thank you. I can manage," Sylvia replied, remembering the scene of Bridget kissing him in the car earlier. She limped away determinedly.
Surprisingly, Freya suddenly turned into the picture of concern, wrapping her arm around-Sylvia S. "Sylvia, letcarry you. I might be skinny, but you're my best friend, and I can do it."
Sylvia almost laughed at Freya's over-the-top display of friendship. But she knew that, with Freya's help, she might reach the corner faster, and Freya wouldn't dare act up in front of Rupert. "No need, just helpwalk."
With that, Sylvia put her arm around Freya's shoulder, eager to get away from Rupert as fast as possible! But Freya, ever the opportunist, pretended to stumble, dropping to the ground tically, her face turned up like she was in a soap opera. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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