Chapter 404 Apology
"I'm here today as Mr. Percy's date, a guest of the White family. Is this how Ms. White treats her guests? Looks like the White family is all show and no substance."
Diana's words were slow and deliberate, each one hitting like a hammer.
As soon as she finished speaking, Oliver slapped his daughter.
It happened so fast that no one else had time to react.
The sound of the slap echoed, and Stella clutched her face, turning her head away, her eyes brimming with tears.
Her eyes were red as she glanced at her parents, then at Charles, and finally glared fiercely at Diana.
It seemed she couldn't muster any kind words.
Charles was right there, and he had already lost his temper several times today because of Diana.
For the future of the White family, Oliver's eyes flickered.
Another slap followed, shattering Stella's pride. She stood there, holding her face, stunned and unsure of what to do.
Oliver's hand was still raised, ready for a third slap, but his wife, Calista, insightfully intervened, crying out as she stopped him.
"If you're so tough, just kill me! What's the point of showing off in front of the kids?"
"She's so disrespectful because of your upbringing! Move aside, if she doesn't apologize, I'll beat her to death!"
"Stella, listen to your father and apologize to Mr. Percy..."
The couple's back-and-forth made Diana frown.
No wonder Stella had such a personality; if her parents didn't teach her properly, someone else would.
Diana used to be like Stella, spoiled and headstrong, with nothing but love on her mind.
After being put in her place, she finally straightened out.
Looking at Stella, Diana felt a strange sense of familiarity.
She turned to look at Charles, only to find him looking at her too.
Their eyes met, and Diana quickly looked away, focusing on Stella.
"Enough with the theatrics. You hitting your daughter doesn't affect me. I just need her to apologize."
Diana's words halted their actions. Oliver lowered his raised hand, his face dark and twitching with anger.
Diana's expression was calm, even colder than the onlookers.
Oliver suddenly realized that this woman might not be as simple as they thought. He even saw a bit of Charles in her.
He forced a bitter smile, "Stella, apologize to the lady."
Stella, dragged by her mother, covered her cheeks, her eyes swollen from crying.
Calista pressed her to apologize, and she did so robotically, her voice small and strained, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
Normally, Diana would have said something villainous like, "Louder, I can't hear you."
But she just pressed her lips together, thinking they'd probably never meet again, and didn't push further.
"Fine, I accept your apology, but I won't forgive you. Mr. White, please discipline your daughter. If this continues, you'll suffer for it one day."
Diana's words, coming from someone else, might have been seen as harsh advice, but from her, they sounded provocative.
She didn't care what the White family thought; she said what she wanted.
As they finished speaking, the sound of an ambulance came from outside.
A servant hurriedly led two paramedics with a stretcher inside, "Mr. White, Mrs. White, the ambulance is here."
"Where's the patient? Who's the one who almost drowned?"
One of the paramedics asked urgently.
Diana raised her hand silently.
The paramedics noticed her wet clothes but saw she was in good spirits and relaxed a bit.
"Did you perform CPR? How are you feeling now?" one of them asked.
"Pretty good, just a bit sore," Diana replied.
Her chest hurt, her legs hurt, her face hurt.
As soon as she finished speaking, Charles, who had been silent, grabbed her hand, his voice urgent, "Where does it hurt?"
Diana shook her head, gesturing towards the paramedics. "We'll talk at the hospital."
Charles suddenly stood up, looking down at her.
Diana blinked, not understanding his intention.
The next second, Charles bent down, one arm around her shoulders, the other under her knees, lifting her up.
He had carried her several times today, and with her sprained ankle, she didn't resist, just gasped softly and clutched his shirt to keep from falling.
Charles wasn't pleased with her grip, loosening his hold slightly, making Diana hurriedly wrap her arms around his neck, her warm breath brushing his ear.
"Be careful, I almost fell," she whispered.
The paramedics exchanged a glance, put away the stretcher, and led the way out.
Charles walked a few steps and signaled to Nolan at the door.
Nolan understood immediately, one leaving the White Mansion, the other entering.
Though Nolan still wore a smile, Diana had a feeling the White family was in for a tough time.
She wasn't a kind person, so she just lowered her eyes and didn't ask anything.
At the hospital.
Diana had undergone a series of tests, and aside from some muscle strain and chest pain that would heal with time, she was fine.
Now she lay in bed, having taken painkillers, staring at the ceiling, feeling a bit bored.
She didn't know where Charles had gone. He had been by her side constantly at the hospital, but after she was treated, he disappeared.
Diana pouted, feeling a bit ashamed for thinking about Charles.
A sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in," she called out.
Her voice was still hoarse, and she swallowed after speaking.
The door opened, and Charles walked in, carrying a pink lunchbox in one hand and a bag of fruit in the other.
Diana's eyes widened slightly, surprised.
Had he gone to get food? For her?
As Charles placed the items on the bedside table, Diana couldn't help but reach out to check his forehead for a fever.
No fever.
Charles dodged her hand, his tone a bit harsh. "What are you doing? Worry about yourself. Who told you to run off? As my date, you should stay with me, not go off causing trouble for me to clean up."
Diana had only made one move, and he had so much to say. He must be really angry.
Diana didn't argue, just whispered, "I'm sorry."
If she argued with Charles, he'd be more used to it. This kind of humble apology wasn't like her.
Both lost in their thoughts, they fell silent.
Charles reluctantly opened the lunchbox and placed it in front of Diana, his voice cold. "Eat."
Diana's nose twitched, her eyes lighting up. It smells so good!
She took the utensils, obediently said "thank you," and started eating.
Seeing her enjoy the food, Charles's lips curled into a barely noticeable smile.
When Diana had almost finished, Charles pulled something from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"I got this back for you. Don't lose it next time."
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