Chapter 275 The Balloon Exploded
When Diana's eyes met hers, Claire paused for a moment, her tone becoming more suggestive, "How about I buy you a cup of tea to help you relax?"
"Who needs your money? You two made Diana sick, got it? Now scram!"
Sabrina finally arrived, linking arms with Diana and scolding them on her behalf.
"You!"
Clara glared, about to speak, but Sabrina, like a machine gun, turned her fire on her, unleashing a barrage of words.
"What? You two are like rabid dogs, biting anyone you see. You stink! If you don't leave now, I'll call security!"
She even covered her nose with one hand, as if she really smelled something foul.
Clara was fuming. 'Who is this brat, acting so arrogant?'
She was about to step forward, but Claire held her back. "Don't be impulsive."
Claire was much calmer. There was no need for her to take action personally. If Diana dared to go out, she shouldn't be surprised if someone targeted her.
Claire's eyes curved into a gentle smile as she spoke.
"Since Ms. Spencer doesn't welcome us, we'll leave. Have fun."
She raised her hand and waved at them, as if saying goodbye.
Maybe they left too quickly, but Diana frowned slightly, feeling that something was off.
Sabrina muttered a few more curses before turning to interrupt Diana's thoughts.
"Diana, there are too many people here. If you're not feeling well, let's go over there."
She pointed to a spot where the ground was uneven, with no food stalls, just a few scattered toy vendors and some benches.
Diana nodded, and the three of them left the food street.
With the smell of oil and smoke gone, Diana felt much better and said, "Sabrina, thanks for standing up for me."
Sabrina pursed her lips, curiosity getting the better of her.
"Diana, who were those women? Are they Mr. Percy's admirers? I saw the one in white at my birthday party. She was standing next to Mr. Percy."
Diana nodded and explained briefly, "The one in white is Charles' secretary, maybe his lover..."
"What? Lover!" Sabrina's exclamation cut her off.
Realizing her reaction was too loud, Sabrina quickly covered her mouth and whispered, "Diana, how do you know? Isn't she the other woman? Gross!"
"When Charles was abroad, I called, and she answered. She said Charles was in the shower."
Diana's tone was indifferent, as if talking about someone else.
She seemed to remember something and added, "Not really the other woman. Charles and I didn't have much going on."
Sabrina's eyes widened. "How can that be? You two clearly..."
She wanted to say more but realized there was nothing to prove Charles still cared about Diana.
They were divorced. If it was true love, wouldn't they have gotten back together?
Men were all the same, greedy, always wanting more women.
Especially a handsome and wealthy man like Charles. How could he only like one woman?
Sabrina sighed and asked, "What about the other one? Is she also Charles's lover?"
"No, she's my half-sister."
Sabrina's expression became even more exaggerated. This story was too dramatic. First a lover, then a sister.
"But that man doesn't deserve to be my father. Their family indirectly caused my mother's death, so I want them to pay."
Diana's emotions were much more intense when she said this.
Evelyn, who had been silent, gently patted Diana's back, trying to comfort her.
"Alright, I need to walk alone for a bit. I'll be back soon."
Diana suddenly stood up, her tone calm.
Evelyn wanted to follow, but Diana gently pressed her back down.
"I'm really fine. You and Sabrina chat. I'll just walk around the square. You can see me."
Hearing this, they felt a bit more at ease.
Besides, Sabrina indeed had many things she wanted to ask Evelyn, so she didn't persuade Diana further.
Diana left, stretching her body a bit.
Her face no longer showed sadness but was alert as she looked around.
From the moment she left home today, she knew that without bodyguards, she would be targeted.
And with Claire and Clara's sudden greeting, it was like they had "conspiracy" written on their faces.
She wanted to see how they would act under so many eyes.
"You lousy balloon! I just got to the corner, and it deflated. A $3 balloon, and it breaks so fast! Refund!"
Suddenly, a harsh voice reached her ears.
Diana looked up. The speaker was a middle-aged man.
He was holding a balloon with a pink lamb on it, which looked ridiculous with his large frame.
The balloon vendor was a frail old lady named Beatrix.
Seeing the man approach, she apologized and refunded his money.
She also took back the deflated balloon, holding it in her hand.
Looking closely, nearly half of the balloons in her bunch were somewhat deflated.
Beatrix wiped the sweat from her forehead, sighed deeply, and muttered, "I remember inflating them tightly. Why are so many people returning them today? Forget it, bad luck. I'm done selling."
She turned and walked towards Diana.
She didn't throw away the deflated balloons, planning to check them at home.
As she approached, the sunlight was blocked by the balloons.
Just as they were about to pass each other, an explosion suddenly rang out. The once pretty balloons were instantly engulfed in flames.
Diana reacted quickly, grabbing the string of balloons from Beatrix's hand and throwing them away.
She pushed Beatrix down, running out of the explosion's range.
But the uneven ground made her stumble, and she fell forward, dragging Beatrix with her.
"Diana!" A worried male voice called out.
The next second, Diana felt her nose hit a solid chest, and tears sprang to her eyes.
It hurt!
She was quickly pulled upright. Her outer clothes, covered in burning plastic, were smoking.
The man swiftly removed her clothes and threw them to the ground.
Before he could do more, the clothes burst into flames.
Diana regained her senses and saw the man's face.
"Billy?"
Her tone was puzzled. They hadn't contacted each other since the birthday party. What was he doing here?
Billy was panting, feeling incredibly relieved. He had seen it just in time.
Otherwise, the exploding balloons and uneven ground could have seriously hurt Diana.
Before Billy could answer, a crowd gathered.
The commotion had drawn everyone in the square.
In such large events, many people sold balloons.
Most balloons on the market were filled with helium, a colorless, odorless, and safe gas that wouldn't cause accidents.
But some people, to save costs, used hydrogen.
Both types of balloons could float, but hydrogen would explode even with a tiny spark.
Clearly, Beatrix's balloons were filled with hydrogen.
But where did the fire come from? No one knew.
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