Chapter 297 Feeling Pity Now?
Her knees and elbows ached from the fall. Her cheek burned with pain. As she looked up, she saw Dylan Moore standing there in a burgundy-colored dress adorned with a pearl necklace, fuming at her, "Just after returning to the Stefanelli family, you pull off such an outrageous act, letting outsiders gossip about our family's upbringing? Aren't you old enough to consider the consequences of your actions? Go and apologize to your foster mother on Twitter right now!"
The shrill voice was full of command.
Anna listened, and a mocking, chilling smile crept across her lips.
Dylan Moore furrowed her brows, "What's so funny? How can you laugh at a time like this?"
Anna touched her face, stood up, and met Dylan's gaze with defiance, "I'm laughing at your presumptuousness, thinking you're better than you are. You've put in absolutely nothing, no upbringing, and now you put on this grand maternal act to lecture me. Don't you find yourself laughable? Pitiable?"
"You!" Dylan Moore raised her hand to strike again.
This time, Anna wasn't as naive, swiftly grabbing Dylan's wrist, "Still want to hit me? You have no right. I'm warning you for the last time: if you touch a hair on my head again, I'll turn the Stefanelli family upside down. After all, I hold certain evidence that you might not know about. If you doubt me, let's see."
With those words, she turned and walked out.
Her proud silhouette and resolute steps were eye-catching and daunting, like a poppy in the wind.
Dylan Moore stood there stiffly.
That little girl is just a country bumpkin. How could she possibly turn the Stefanelli family upside down?
But Anna's words and demeanor had inexplicably sent shivers down her spine. Did she really know something?
Anna, frustrated, walked out of the Stefanelli household.
Suddenly, she bumped into someone.
Apologizing with her head bowed, she said, "I'm sorry, so sorry."
The other person didn't seem angry but instead surprised, "Anna?"
The voice was very familiar.
Anna instinctively looked up to see Tom furrowing his brows, "Tom? What are you doing here?"
Tom explained, "Giorgio got hurt, said he probably won't be coming home for a while, and asked me to check on the little guy, see whether he's going to stay or return. Where's the little guy?"
"I took him and Penny to school. The accident site is dangerous. Better for him to stay at home," Anna replied and continued walking away.
Did this woman not care at all that Giorgio was hurt?
Right, it wasn't Simon; it was Giuseppe she liked—the gentle type.
Tom touched the tips of his eyebrows and got into his car, heading to the accident scene.
As a doctor, he needed to stay close to Giorgio, ready to treat any external injuries immediately.
When he arrived, the scene was in disarray, with firefighters, bodyguards, and managers all working to clear the debris and strategizing rescue efforts.
The air was thick with dust.
Tom spotted Giorgio and, carrying his medical kit, ran over to him, "Giorgio, have we figured out a way to rescue them yet?"
Giorgio's handsome face was smeared with dust, but it did not detract from his dignity as he said, "The collapse is very deep; we haven't determined their location yet."
"Then... it's alright. They'll be safe, Giorgio. Come over here so I can take care of your wounds. I'm worried about infection."
Giorgio was indifferent. "Just bandage it quickly with a cloth. I'm busy."
Tom blinked, thinking to himself, was Giorgio really disregarding his well-being?
Although the situation was indeed urgent, what would happen if Giorgio was to be hurt? Who would take care of their little tyrant?
A thought struck Tom, and he said, "Anna is in trouble."
At those words, Giorgio's gaze darkened considerably, and for the first time, he gave Tom his full attention, "What happened to her?"
As expected, it was only Anna who could capture his attention.
Tom pulled him toward a makeshift tent, "Sit down. I'll treat your wounds and explain."
This time, Giorgio cooperated, though he urged verbally, "Make it fast."
"Okay." Tom skillfully cut open Giorgio's white shirt, opened his medical kit, and as he began to clean the wounds, he said, "There's been news online. Anna showed great disrespect to her foster mother, and she is being denounced all over the internet. Before coming here, I stopped by the Stefanelli family to see Charlie, and I ran into her coming out of the Stefanelli home, her face red and swollen. Looks like someone from the Stefanelli family hit her."
Giorgio's eyes involuntarily pictured the vivid slap marks on Anna's delicate white face, his sea-deep eyes growing heavy.
Tom, observing his reaction, sighed, "Feeling bad? She doesn't feel the same for you. When I mentioned your injury, her expression didn't change, not a hint of concern.
Giorgio, to be frank, she doesn't like your type. Why bother with her?"
A sharp look from Giorgio cut him off, and with a cold face, he replied, "Who says I'm interested in her? Are you done bandaging? If so, get lost."
"Alright, you're not interested in her, but I am, okay?" Tom finished his work with a determined tug, the white bandages neatly wrapped.
Tall and poised, Giorgio stood up without giving Tom another glance and strode decisively toward the exit.
The Xin Hai Project was a massive sea-crossing bridge, a vast investment with an equally vast scale, stretching for miles from the architectural department to the engineering front.
As Giorgio patrolled the area, Tom's previous words kept resurfacing in his mind, "Feeling sad? She doesn't care about you. I told her you got hurt over here, and her face didn't change at all, didn't even ask about it."
"She really doesn't like your kind."
Doesn't like his kind?
His gaze shifted to Giuseppe who was busy not far away. Was that the type she preferred?
"Ah, Giorgio!" Suddenly, a woman's voice called from behind.
Giorgio turned around as a slender figure stumbled into his arms, and he instinctively caught her.
Katherine, still shaken, looked up at his chiseled face and started awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I said I'd bring you some water, didn't realize the path here was so rough."
Her voice was full of apologies, worried she might be a nuisance, but her composed face showed no hint of helplessness, only guilt. She knew where to draw the line on important matters.
Giorgio withdrew his hands, his voice detached, "This is no place for you. You should go back."
"But Giorgio, I want to stay and help. I won't feel at ease otherwise," Katherine said with resolve.
Without waiting for his refusal, she pulled out some documents, "I just went to the engineering department and got these reports. They show that we've already built 600 columns, and the collapse happened nearby. With proper support, we might start the repair work from there."
Giorgio took the documents and saw that she was right. His expression turned serious, "Have you reported this to the rescue team?"
"Not yet, I just found out."
"Take it to them now." They both hurried to the strategy and deployment camp.
Amidst the disarray of the battlefield, the image of them walking side by side was captured by a photographer and uploaded online.
[#Mr. VittorioKatherineAgainstTheOdds]
The pair were both striking and came from prestigious backgrounds. Once the photo was published, bloggers couldn't stop writing about their noble act, which went viral.
Social media users supported it with likes, and even the official channels shared the news, acknowledging it as “A beautiful sight.”
With such a popular story, it was hard for Anna to ignore it.
She saw the photo on her phone, but even more notable than the beautiful depiction of the two was—
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