Chapter 453 Information About Him
Such pick-up attempts to find sexual partners were quite common in bars. If it were someone else, they would either refuse or agree, but Timothy had a severe case of mysophobia and didn't like being touched by others.
He looked at the seductive woman in his arms with a gloomy face. Not only did he feel no attraction, but he also felt utterly filthy, and his previously pleasant mood plummeted.
He suddenly stood up.
The woman quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, looking shy and bashful. "Hey, don't be so rough, I..."
"You bitch, you're cheating on me with another man!" The voice was so loud it drowned out the deafening music in the bar. "And with this little punk? I'll show you today whether I'm better or this guy is. Get him!"
Timothy turned around, just about to explain, but was met with a punch to the face.
The attacker was burly and clearly a professional thug. The punch landed squarely on Timothy's face, almost knocking his soul out of him.
Timothy had severe stomach issues, a result of inconsistent meals during his time in the orphanage. Although he had recovered somewhat over the years, he remained thin and frail compared to other men.
The punch sent him sprawling to the ground, knocking over several chairs.
Timothy lay there, dazed and dizzy, taking several more punches and kicks.
The attacker didn't beat him to death but targeted painful spots until Timothy lay there like a dead dog. Then he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up, a pizza-faced man leaning in close, slapping his bruised face with a thick hand. "Next time, be careful. Some women are off-limits."
Timothy struggled to open his swollen eyes. Amid the colorful lights, the previously seductive woman was now kneeling, her hair pulled by a short man, crying pitifully. "Jackson, I'm sorry. I was just jealous of that little bitch. You treat her better than me, buying her a $600,000 bag while you only get me cheap stuff. I've always been loyal to you. This guy is nothing compared to you, Jackson..."
He didn't listen to their conversation but squinted, trying to make out the face of the man called 'Jackson.'
Matthew dropped Winona off at her apartment near the Bailey Group. Seeing the empty house, he frowned and said, "Your foot is injured. It's inconvenient to live alone. Why don't you move to your mom's place for a while? There are servants to take care of you, and you'll recover faster."
"No need. It's just a sprain, nothing serious. I can handle basic daily activities, and you even got me a wheelchair," Winona said, maneuvering it a bit. "If Mom sees I'm hurt, she'll worry."
Matthew didn't press further or suggest anything that would be rejected, like moving to his place. "Call me if you need anything."
Winona smiled, "Okay, Matthew, thank you for today."
Not long after Matthew left, Winona received a call from Evander. After asking about her injury, he said, "Does Mr. Ramsey really look like Zachary?"
He wasn't sure if Winona had verified it, and if she had, what the answer was. He feared that if it wasn't true, it would make her sad.
Then Lydia would make him sleep in the study again.
So he asked very cautiously.
Winona understood Evander's concern. "Not only does he look like him, but I also think he is Zachary. Dad, I didn't tell you before because..."
Initially, it was because she wasn't sure. Later, she knew he had his reasons. She didn't want to upset them before things were resolved, fearing it would ruin his plans.
She also feared that if this was all a setup, Zachary could pretend to be a member of the Ramsey family and fool those behind it. Could Nicholas also pretend to be Zachary?
He had previously said he had investigated the Bailey family, knowing not only about her but also the servants' schedules.
Even if she had to endure another blow, she could hold on for his return, but Evander and Lydia might not be able to.
Evander. "I understand."
Though he tried to sound calm, Winona could hear the excitement in his voice, "If he really is Zachary, tell him that his mom and I are waiting for him at home. He can do whatever he needs to do; we won't be a burden."
After hanging up, Winona stared out the window for a while before forcing herself to get up and take a bath. She couldn't soak her sprained foot in hot water, so she rested it on the edge of the tub.
The air was filled with the faint scent of essential oils, and the warm water soothed her tired body and tense nerves.
There was a knock on the door, followed by Rebecca's anxious voice. "Winona, Winona, are you there? If you're there, please answer!"
Winona was jolted awake from her drowsy state. She quickly climbed out of the tub, wrapped herself in a towel, and hobbled to the door.
Rebecca was about to call a locksmith when Winona opened the door, and she sighed in relief. "Matthew said you were hurt. I called you, but you didn't answer, and you didn't respond to my knocking. I was so scared something happened to you."
"Matthew called you?"
"Yes, he asked me to take care of you, said you sprained your ankle," Rebecca said, looking at her bandaged foot. "He sounded really worried, afraid you'd be home alone with no one to take care of you."
Winona, supported by Rebecca, hobbled inside. "It's nothing serious. Don't listen to his nonsense."
Rebecca helped her to the couch. Winona had turned her phone to silent while bathing and was now checking her messages, "Huh."
"What is it?"
"Mr. Lewis texted me."
Rebecca was silent.
She wondered if she and Anthony had some sort of bad karma. No matter where she went, she kept hearing his name, as if he were constantly lingering around her. "What did he say?"
Winona. "I asked him to look into Timothy for me last time. He said he has found some information and asked me to meet him at the café at seven."
She showed Rebecca the address.
Rebecca stared at the text. "What's wrong with this guy? Can't he just call you? Why make you go out?"
"Maybe lawyers are more cautious and think it's unsafe to discuss over the phone."
The café Anthony mentioned was not far from Winona's place and on the first floor, likely chosen for her convenience, knowing she was injured.
After all, today's incident was quite a big deal.
Rebecca's eyes widened as soon as she walked in.
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