Chapter 97 Who Did It?
Even though she looked gentle and quiet, she fought like a devil! It was terrifying! Blair didn't even care that her little brother was still in the bushes. She turned and ran to the car, started the engine, and drove away!
Abella shook her head in disappointment.
Her gaze fell on the dozen or so people in the bushes who were crying out in pain, and then she looked at the street where Phillippe's car was approaching from afar.
"Be quiet."
Upon hearing the girl's words, the dozen or so fighters covered their mouths. Even if they were in pain, they didn't dare make a sound. Eliot was trembling with fear. He had already experienced the girl's strength earlier. She looked delicate and weak, but her strikes were even stronger than professional fighters'. It was too terrifying!
Abella walked to the side of the road, and Phillippe's car happened to stop. He got out of the car and stood in front of Abella, opening the door for her. "My precious Abella, you've been waiting for a long time."
"Not long." Abella got in the passenger seat. "You didn't need to come pick me up."
"I missed you." Phillippe bent down to fasten her seatbelt.
Abella admired his handsome features up close, being able to see his chiseled nose and smooth skin...
"I'm not a three-year-old child."
After Phillippe fastened her seatbelt, he lifted his indulgent gaze and looked at her, each word spoken carefully, "Regardless of your age, you're a precious child in my eyes." He wanted to hold her in his palm and spoil her.
Abella's cheeks inexplicably turned warm.
Phillippe closed the passenger door and was about to get into the driver's seat when he suddenly noticed two empty cars nearby with their doors open. He glanced around but didn't see anyone else. Not thinking much of it, he got into the car and asked the girl beside him, "What were you discussing just now? Cooperation?"
"Outsourcing." Abella glanced at the rearview mirror. None of those people had crawled out of the bushes yet. She had probably been too rough and they couldn't get up for a while.
"Will you help me with some outsourcing in a few days too?"
Abella apparently needed some explaining.
"It's a new company and won't attract attention."
"..."
While driving, Phillippe asked, "Are you hungry? Shall I take you to eat something?"
Abella checked the time. It was almost twelve o'clock, so she agreed.
In a private room at the restaurant...
Phillippe let her order the dishes and held her hand. Suddenly, he realized that holding her hand felt different from usual. It was even a bit damp!
He lowered his gaze and noticed that her right hand was injured, with two cuts on her fist!
"You're injured? When did you get hurt?"
Phillippe had held her hand without paying attention and must have touched her wound! He felt guilty for his carelessness. "I hurt you just now."
The silly girl was caught off guard.
Abella, who had been injured, did not cry out in pain and endured it all...
Abella didn't know when she had gotten injured. She casually glanced at the wound and said, "Oh, it's nothing."
It didn't hurt either. She guessed she must have gotten hurt accidentally while hitting someone earlier. Maybe it was because the person she hit had zippers or other accessories on their clothes, and she accidentally scraped herself...
She couldn't remember the exact reason.
Phillippe called the restaurant manager and asked him to bring the first aid kit.
The restaurant manager was frightened, thinking that the young girl Phillippe brought to the restaurant had been injured there. He immediately started apologizing as soon as he entered the room, and even promised to replace everything in the private room to ensure that there would be no sharp edges or corners again...
Abella couldn't help but chuckle at his overly apologetic and nervous demeanor, "It's not your fault, you can go."
The restaurant manager, hearing this, felt like he had been given a new lease on life. He bowed and thanked them profusely before hastily leaving.
"Where else are you injured?" Phillippe asked with concern, "How did you get hurt?"
"I forgot," Abella genuinely couldn't remember.
When she was in the Triangle District before, she didn't know how many injuries she had sustained or how much blood she had shed, but she never shed a tear or said the word "pain"...
Now, these two tiny two-centimeter-long cuts were nothing to her. They were just itchiness that wasn't worth mentioning.
"Did someone bully you?" Phillippe asked with a mixture of distress and concern in his eyes, "Who did it?"
"No one," Abella reassured him instead, "I don't know when I got these cuts. It's nothing, it doesn't hurt anyway."
Phillippe lowered his eyes to hide his anger. This girl, he couldn't even bring himself to defend her.
Who dared to lay a hand on her!
He would definitely find out.
"I'll apply some medicine for you, it might sting a bit..." Phillippe's movements were gentle, "If it hurts, just say it, don't hold back."
Abella was a bit irritated by the overly protective demeanor of Phillippe but she looked at it from the perspective of love and care.
Even when a knife fell on her, she didn't cry out. These two little cuts were not worth her effort...
Phillippe gently disinfected and dressed her wounds, not hearing a sound from her the entire time. The little girl must be afraid that he would feel distressed for her, so she endured it. Thinking this, he became even more determined to find the person who bullied her.
As Abella watched Phillippe wrap her wounds with gauze, she didn't know how to respond.
"There's no need for this." She wanted to take off the bandage because it would attract too much attention. She still had work to do later, and having her hand wrapped like this would be too noticeable.
"When you're injured, you need to bandage it. Otherwise, if it gets infected, it won't heal properly, and what if it leaves a scar?" Phillippe said.
Abella was speechless.
"Does it still hurt?"
Abella didn't actually feel any pain, but Phillippe's heart was still torn. He suddenly remembered the two empty cars on the side of the road earlier...
"It doesn't hurt. You're worrying too much," Abella didn't think much of these minor injuries, but the fact that he cared and worried about her, made her feel a bit warm inside.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. The restaurant manager, who had left earlier, pushed a food cart in.
"Mr. Bourbon, I... I'm here to bring in the food..."
"Vegetables..."
No waiter dared to come in. And so, the manager had to come in person and face his fate...
As soon as he entered, he saw the usually cold Phillippe holding a girl and whispering something to her.
It didn't need to be said, Phillippe was in love and cared deeply for the girl in front of him.
The restaurant manager lowered his head, finished serving the food, said "Enjoy your meal" and was about to leave when he heard Phillippe's voice –
"Wait."
The restaurant manager trembled, thinking, "Surely Phillippe doesn't want to settle the bill with me?"
"Mr. Bourbon, if necessary, I will immediately call a doctor for this young lady..."
"Take the medicine box."
"Huh?" The restaurant manager thought he was hearing things, was that it? Nothing else?
"Why are you still standing there?"
"Yes, yes, I'll take it away..." The restaurant manager hastily picked up the medicine box, pushed the trolley, and hurriedly left.
He had thought that Phillippe would rage, but it turns out Phillippe's temper was quite good, not as bad as rumored.
On the other side, when Abigail and Ashley arrived at the Sunshine Coast, they were both stunned!
Such a luxurious neighborhood, and it only costs 3500 to live here?
They felt like they were walking on clouds. Following Joseph to the 10th floor, after entering the password, the environment that greeted them left them dumbfounded!
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