Chapter 198 represent
Diana shrugged, looking helpless. "She started it. I can't stand it when people touch me."
As she said this, she moved closer to Hestia, making her step back in fear, and continued, "I'll just set your broken bone."
"Get lost! Who knows if you'll make it worse?" Hestia snapped, clutching her arm and shrinking into Grant's embrace.
"If you don't want my help, I'm outta here." Diana said, turning to leave.
"Wait." Grant called out, his voice serious. "Set her broken bone."
Hestia's eyes widened in disbelief. "What do you mean? She bullied me and you didn't stand up for me, and now you just believe her?"
Grant pressed his lips together. "The hospital's too far. I don't want you in pain any longer. Besides, I'm here. If she tries anything..."
He paused, looking at Diana. "I'll make her pay."
Hestia's expression softened a bit. "Fine. Hurry up and set my bone."
Diana turned around with a mysterious look, placing her hands on Hestia's arm. After a moment, she held her arm with one hand and applied force with the other.
Hestia screamed, sweat breaking out on her forehead from the pain. Grant was about to speak when Diana quickly said, "Don't scream yet. Move your arm."
Hestia moved her arm and realized the bone was back in place. But the pain from earlier had spread through her body, almost making her faint.
Diana raised an eyebrow. "How is it? All better now?"
She had deliberately chosen the most painful way to set the bone, making sure Hestia wouldn't feel good.
"You! Why did it hurt so much?" Hestia frowned, and if Grant hadn't been holding her, she would have lunged at Diana.
"Your bone was damaged. You should go home and rest." Diana said nonchalantly, taking two steps back.
At that moment, Evelyn and Jett arrived. Seeing her confronting Hestia, Jett quickly stepped in front of her. "Ms. Spencer, are you alright?"
Evelyn grabbed Diana's hand, anxiously looking her over. "Ms. Spencer, are you hurt?"
Diana shook her head. "I'm fine."
Then, she peeked out from behind Jett. "What? Do you still want to talk to me?"
Hestia was at a loss for words. Although she was angry, she remembered the purpose of coming to the Rainbow Federation. They were leaving tomorrow, so there was no need to get entangled with these people.
She rubbed her arm, her tone impatient. "I can't be bothered to talk to you. Get lost!"
Grant clearly shared her sentiment. He picked up his bag, stepped forward to embrace Hestia, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, Hestia."
Once they left the bar, Evelyn quietly asked, "Ms. Spencer, what's the deal with those two?"
Diana's tone was mysterious. "Anyway, they're not good people."
Then, she took Evelyn's hand and said loudly, "Let's go, we're going to the orphanage."
In the country of Celestria.
After lunch, Claire hesitated in front of Charles's room. One hand was raised in the air, but she couldn't bring herself to knock.
The auction was starting in an hour, but Charles showed no sign of coming out.
Could he be mad about last night?
Claire frowned and was about to knock when she heard footsteps behind her. Nolan's voice followed, "What are you doing here? The car's been waiting for you. I called, but you didn't answer."
He had just jogged up the stairs, and there was a hint of reproach in his tone.
"What? The car is waiting for me?" Claire looked puzzled, not getting what he meant.
Nolan took a breath, calming down. "Ms. Murphy, you mentioned going to the auction earlier, and Mr. Percy had me prepare the invitation."
He glanced at his watch, calculating the time. "The auction starts in less than an hour. We need to hurry."
"Aren't I going with Charles? Why didn't you call him?" Claire was confused. She distinctly remembered planning to go with Charles. Or was he already waiting downstairs?
Nolan sighed, forcing a polite smile. "I'm attending the auction on behalf of Mr. Percy."
"But..." Claire started, but Nolan cut her off, "Ms. Murphy, this is Mr. Percy's decision. If you've changed your mind, I'll leave now."
Claire was speechless. She had planned to go to the auction to spend time alone with Charles. Now that he wasn't going, what was the point?
But remembering last night's events, Claire's mind raced. If she didn't go now, her intentions would be even more obvious. Even if she didn't buy anything, she had to attend the auction.
"Alright, I understand. Let's go. I do need to buy some gifts." Claire's expression calmed as she headed for the elevator.
Nolan, relieved she was finally moving, thought about the necklace he needed to get for Charles. They should make it in time.
After they left, the hotel room's curtains were wide open. It was afternoon, and the sunlight streamed in, warming the carpet.
Charles, unusually dressed in loungewear, leaned against the bed. He held his phone, the screen showing the call log.
There had been no call from home for two days. In the past, Jacob rarely called when Charles was on business trips. But now, with Diana at home, he secretly hoped for some news.
As if the phone understood his thoughts, a notification sounded, and a message popped up. Charles opened it, his expression growing darker.
Sunset Hamlet.
Originally, Diana and Evelyn were heading straight to the orphanage, but Diana thought it would be rude to go empty-handed. So they turned to the supermarket to buy some things for the kids.
Evelyn was even more excited than Diana, exclaiming over every item she saw. She recounted her own experiences at the orphanage.
At that moment, she held a pack of cookies, smiling, "Ms. Spencer, these are really good. There were so many kids at the orphanage, and sometimes I couldn't get any. Ms. Hope would sneak me these cookies to eat in secret."
Evelyn tossed the pack into the cart and cleared the shelf of the same cookies. She continued, "Now, I can buy a lot. I don't have to eat in secret anymore; I can enjoy it openly now."
Though she kept her head down and walked on, Diana noticed the fleeting tear in her eye.
Diana pressed her lips together, realizing Evelyn's childhood wasn't as simple and happy as she made it seem.
It made sense. Sunset Hamlet was still rural and far from the city center, developing slowly. Even more so twenty years ago. Places like the orphanage were purely charitable, essentially money pits that consumed funds without generating returns.
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