Chapter 162 I'll Call Her Immediately
Half an hour later, Phillipe's car parked in front of Long Island Manor. He looked up and saw that Abella's room was still illuminated with warm light. He got out of the car and took out his phone, dialing the familiar number.
"Abella, are you still awake?"
"Yes." Abella had just finished showering and was using a towel to dry her hair. "Is everything taken care of?"
"Yes, I had planned to go directly to you after getting off the plane."
But upon learning about her injured hand and its connection to the Parsons family, it took some time to handle it.
"Come to the window."
At this late hour, he couldn't disturb her by going inside. Since the weather was hot and he didn't want the girl to leave the air-conditioned room, he went to the scorching balcony to take a look at her from afar.
Abella went to the window and found Phillipe standing next to his car, looking up in her direction. His figure was slender and erect.
Although she couldn't see his facial features and expression clearly, Abella could sense the tenderness and indulgence in his voice.
"Did you eat well while I was away?"
"Yes." Abella's hair-drying motion was casual and graceful.
"Be gentle, your hand is still injured."
Abella's movements suddenly froze. "How do you know?"
"I watched the footage of the competition." Phillipe's gaze softened. "I never expected my Abella to not only save lives and play the piano but also make such beautiful clothes."
"Do you think they're beautiful?" Abella didn't think the few strokes she added during the competition were particularly great.
But since Phillipe said they were beautiful, she replied, "I'll make a few sets for you another day."
"Really?" Phillipe's voice carried a hint of surprise. "Then make them for me after you've recovered from your injury."
"Yes."
He could tell that Abella's talent for design surpassed even Abigail's. It's just that during the competition, she had always restrained herself, allowing Abigail to shine and stand out.
"If anyone bullies you in the future, tell me immediately."
"Okay."
"I brought some late-night snacks. We'll eat them after breakfast." Phillipe looked at the girl through the window and said gently, "See who hasn't slept yet, ask her to come down and take it, so I won't ring the doorbell."
To avoid disturbing others' rest.
"Don't come down." Phillipe added, "You're injured and shouldn't carry things."
"Alright." After hanging up the phone, Abella instructed Lauren.
Lauren didn't expect that the young master of the Bourbon family had prepared so many late-night snacks. She couldn't carry them all with both hands and smiled as she asked, "Phillipe, don't you want to come in and sit?"
"I'll visit another day." Phillipe looked inside with a hint of longing in his eyes.
Lauren noticed it. "It's late, and you don't want to disturb Mr. Bass and Mrs. Medici, do you?"
I didn't want to bother them, even though I miss Miss Abella dearly, so I held back...
Phillipe's gaze softened. "Lauren, the bag contains medicine. Abella injured her hand, and I would appreciate it if you could apply some of it for her later."
"Miss Abella injured her hand?" Lauren suddenly remembered, no wonder Miss Abella had been using her left hand to eat tonight!
Everyone in the family knew that Miss Abella was ambidextrous and skilled, so no one paid much attention when she used her left hand to hold chopsticks...
But how did Phillipe know?
"Don't worry, I will definitely apply the medicine for Miss Abella later."
"It's no trouble."
"Not a problem at all... Philippe is so considerate! Have a safe trip and drive slowly."
When Lauren brought the things into the living room, Mr. Medici happened to see them and asked about it. It turned out that his future son-in-law had prepared so many late-night snacks for them.
There were dozens of exquisitely packaged rommes filling the dining table.
Abella: ...
Wasn't it supposed to be just "a little"?
Lola, who was beside her, was extremely jealous. She heard that Phillipe had traveled abroad yesterday, and now he came back and prepared so many late-night snacks for Abella?
Looking at the logos on the packaging, these late-night snacks cost at least six figures!
This countryside girl, who only knows how to play the piano and make clothes, is nothing special!
Why is Phillipe so doting on her!
"Miss Abella, let me take a look at your hand." Just as Lauren was about to inspect the injury, Abella withdrew her hand and asked, "What's the matter?"
"This is the medicine Phillipe prepared for you. He instructed me to apply it for you later..." Lauren took out the medicine from the bag.
There was also a note inside, with Phillipe's handwriting, instructing which medicine to apply first, then follow with another, and how to proceed in the end.
He wrote down the entire process.
Now, Mr. Medici and Mrs. Medici finally learned about Abella's injury. They were grateful for Phillipe's thoughtfulness and worried about their daughter's condition.
"Darling Abella, what happened? When did you get hurt?"
"Why is it so swollen? Did you fall or was someone bullying you?"
Abella withdrew her hand. "It's nothing, I accidentally bumped into something."
Since the video footage of the competition was not leaked, Mr. Medici and Mrs. Medici were unaware of her injury. Plus, Abella usually kept it hidden, so no one noticed.
"Why didn't your older brother mention it?"
"I'll call Dr. Aaron right away."
Seeing Mr. Medici pick up his phone, Abella spoke up, "No need, Phillipe prepared the medicine."
These medicines looked very precious and couldn't be bought at a regular pharmacy. It was also unlikely that Phillipe would always have them in his car.
Abella speculated that maybe he...
He came on his way, first to his own house to pick up something, and then he brought it to her.
"Let's eat first." Abella handed the bowls and chopsticks to her parents before sitting down, using her left hand to hold the chopsticks.
Lola, who was on the side, was filled with envy. Without being invited, she sat down and sweetly smiled, saying, "Brother-in-law has prepared so much, we should help sister share the burden, shouldn't we? Sister, your husband treats you so well! You are so lucky!"
"Now that you know he is your brother-in-law, please change the way you address him in front of friends," Abella casually said as she ate her delicious food.
Everyone was stunned upon hearing this.
Lola even bit her lip, looking pitifully innocent, "Sister, what do you mean by that? I don't understand..."
"Didn't you announce to everyone that Phillipe is your fiancé?" Abella raised her eyes and said dismissively, "Your friend believed it and came today to speak on your behalf."
Lola was shocked, "Which friend? She must have misunderstood something! What is her name? I'll call her right away."
"Go ahead." Abella didn't stop her and raised an eyebrow, "Call her, it's someone from The Russel Family."
Sophia?
Mr. Medici and Mrs. Medici were about to say something, but Lola hurriedly said, "How could she bother you like this without knowing the facts? My relationship with my brother-in-law is in the past... Maybe in her mind, she thinks that my brother-in-law and I are the couple... She must have lost her mind as a best friend! Meddling into things she shouldn't! I'm going to call her!"
Maria quickly interjected, "Miss Lola, it's late. Let's not disturb Miss Sophia's rest..."
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