NovelEnglishChapter 96
In the emergency room.
Other than a bit of a scare, Bridget was fine.
Wrapped in Rupert's jacket, Freya stood at the foot of the bed, tears streaming down her face. She looked even
more pitiful than Bridget, who had actually been in the water. Propped up by pillows, Bridget didn't wait for Freya
to explain before she quietly started to cry.
"Rupert, it's my fault. | misunderstood Freya's intentions towards you, which is why | took your jacket. I... |
accidentally hit her.
| just didn't expect her to suddenly go nuts and pushinto the pond. Thankfully, you arrived just in time;
otherwise, | can't even begin to imagine what might have happened." Unlike Freya, who seemed to wear her
vulnerability on her sleeve, Bridget wiped away her tears with elegance, embodying the grace of a wealthy
heiress to the fullest.
Both were crying, but it was clear who did it more beautifully. A man like Rupert would never settle for someone
who only played the victim.
Bridget glanced at Freya with a hint of superiority, as if saying, "Your tto beg for mercy will come!"
However, to Bridget's surprise, Freya didn't beg for mercy. Instead, she tically fell to her knees at Rupert's
feet.
"| swear it wasn't on purpose! I'm just an ordinary girl. How could | possibly offend your fiancée? It was just... Ms.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSimpson hitso hard. | just wanted to explain that there was nothing going on between us, but somehow, she
ended up in the pond. Mr. Garcia, if you don't believe me, just look at my face."
Freya appeared to admit her mistake, but in reality, she was playing the victim. Kneeling, she looked up at
Rupert, adopting the most pitiable posture imaginable. It was a scene designed to fulfill every man's fantasy of
being the protector, especially with her face now swollen and bruised, making her ordinarily pleasant features
appear even more pitiful.
As she spoke, she cried, and as she cried, she wiped away her tears. Her red, teary eyes timidly fixed on Rupert.
Bridget, lying in the bed, was so angry she wished she could march over and confront Freya face-to-face.
Freya might not have been as pretty as Bridget, but she was hoping Rupert would spare her an extra glance and
remember her. Just as she was filled with hope, Rupert impatiently glanced at his watch.
"You two carry on. Letknow when you've sorted it out."
With those words, Rupert turned and left without looking back.
Bridget sat up straight and called out softly, "Rupert, Rupert..."
But the door closed behind him. She immediately turned and slapped Freya across the face.
"What, you think you can turn against your master? You've had your share of benefits over the years, and now
you're looking for trouble?"
Freya was slapped so hard she
turned her head away, enduring the
humiliation in silence. Her once pleasant face was now swollen and asymmetrical, making her look somewhat
grotesque. She clenched her fists inside the oversized sleeves, yet still managed a smile.
"Ms. Simpson, | was actually trying to help you."
"Freya, I've warned you before not to harbor inappropriate thoughts. And you dare say you were helping me?"
Bridget leaned against the pillows, her face devoid of its usual elegance, laughing coldly.
Freya hung her head and spoke,
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with malice. "Since that's the case, leave behind what you shouldn't have taken, then get out
What she shouldn't have taken? Freya paused, her grip tightening on the jacket she wore.
Removing the jacket would leave her nearly exposed.
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