Chapter 528 Imprisoned, Every Day
Matthew and Timothy got into it, but to be real, it was more like Matthew just laid into Timothy, each punch landing hard.
Everyone at the party was from the same social circle, and most of them knew Matthew. He was usually the picture of elegance and gentleness, never showing a mean streak. So, his sudden outburst left everyone stunned.
Timothy was already pretty scrawny, and Matthew's punches were brutal, knocking him to the ground.
With blood trickling from his mouth, Timothy still managed a smile. "Mr. Watson, no need to get so worked up. If you don't like this idea, I can suggest something else."
Matthew frowned, and a waiter quickly handed him a towel to clean his hands. When he had crushed the wine glass earlier, a long cut had appeared on his thumb from the broken glass. He looked down at Timothy, who was being carefully helped up by the waiter, and said, "Just shut up. You make me sick."
"What happened?" Samuel, who had just arrived, noticed the varied expressions of the crowd and walked over to Matthew, puzzled. He first glanced at Timothy's bruised face, then at the blood-stained towel in Matthew's hand. Samuel asked, "What happened to your hand?"
Zachary was with him.
Matthew glanced indifferently at his wound and replied, "I accidentally cut it on some glass."
Zachary looked at Timothy. "What went down?"
As soon as Zachary arrived, Timothy's eyes hadn't left him. Now, hearing his question, Timothy immediately acted like a kid who had found an adult to back him up, his voice hoarse and full of grievance. "I don't know what happened either. Mr. Watson just suddenly hit me."
Matthew said, "Do you want to repeat what you just said in front of your brother?"
Timothy tugged at Zachary's sleeve. "I'm not really hurt. Let's just go."
Since Timothy wasn't making a fuss, Zachary decided to let it slide. He replied, "Okay."
Timothy asked, "Where were you just now? I was looking for you everywhere."
Zachary responded, "Just went out for a smoke."
As they were about to leave, Timothy turned back and gave Matthew a long look as he walked towards the back lounge with Samuel. Then he turned back and said, "Nicholas, Mr. Watson and Winona have a really tight bond. I just mentioned Winona, and he got so mad, he lost it and hit me in front of everyone."
Zachary said, "He and Winona grew up together, like childhood sweethearts. He treats her like a sister, so of course, he's protective."
Timothy responded, "Really? I thought Winona and he were a couple."
Zachary thought to himself, 'Why didn't he just finish you off?'
Meanwhile, Winona called Lydia, thinking the waiter had made up an excuse about Lydia's fall. But it turned out Lydia really had fallen, only the room wasn't 1702 but 1102.
Winona hurried downstairs.
Sure enough, there was a hotel staff member in the room with Lydia, who left after explaining the situation to Winona.
Winona asked, "Lydia, what were you doing in the garden on such a cold day? How did you fall?"
Lydia's expression changed instantly but quickly calmed down. She replied, "I was taking a call and didn't watch my step, slipped."
Winona pressed, "Why is your face so pale?" The room was heated, and most people would have flushed cheeks from the warmth, but Lydia's face was pale and getting paler.
Lydia said, "My back hurts a lot."Winona sensed a bit of panic in Lydia's voice. She asked, "Lydia, did something happen to you?"
Winona held Lydia's hand and noticed her fingers were cold, but her palm was sweaty. "Maybe you can tell me what's going on, and we can figure it out together. If it doesn't work, we've still got each other."
"What could happen? It's just my back feels twisted; it hurts to move, and I'm sweating from the pain," Lydia said, avoiding eye contact with Winona, which was unusual for her. She asked, "How did you know I fell?"
Winona replied, "A waiter found me and told me."
Lydia didn't think much of it. After she fell, it was indeed the hotel staff who helped her up and brought her to the room.
Winona said, "But that person told me you were in 1702. When I went to 1702, Matthew was in the room."
She briefly recounted the incident with the reporter and Timothy.
Lydia's face grew colder as she listened. She wouldn't stoop to spreading malicious rumors, but that didn't mean she didn't understand. Using public opinion to ruin a woman's reputation was despicable and vicious. Lydia remarked, "Timothy had bad intentions. He resented us for not adopting him back then, yet he still took the initiative to attend the Bailey Group's anniversary celebration."
Lydia held her back with one hand and sat up from the bed. "Do you still recognize that waiter?" she asked.
Winona replied, "Yes."
Lydia said, "I need to ask him what his purpose was in deliberately giving the wrong room number. Such a person, whether intentional or not, cannot be kept."
"Lydia," Winona quickly held her, afraid she might hurt her back again. "Let me handle it. You should rest."
Lydia said, "Let's go together. I want to see how capable that person is of planting people everywhere."
"That person?" Winona keenly sensed something unusual. "Lydia, do you know who that person is?"
Lydia replied, "Isn't it that bad seed, Timothy? Is Samuel downstairs? This hotel is his; it would be more appropriate and quicker for him to handle it."
Winona said, "I didn't see him when I came up, so he probably hasn't arrived."
At this moment, Samuel was in the lounge with Matthew, and a doctor was carefully picking out the glass shards from Matthew's palm.
Samuel leaned against the sofa back, smoking, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Why did you get into a fight with him? It's not like you."
Matthew replied, "He's too perverted. I couldn't hold back."
Samuel asked, "How perverted?"
Matthew remarked, "He said he wanted to imprison Nicholas, whip him every day, force him to be with him, make him get used to him, turn him into a dog that obeys his every command, and he even suggested I do the same to Winona..."
The content was so shocking that even the seasoned surgeon couldn't stay calm, almost poking the tweezers into Matthew's flesh. Matthew frowned and said, "I already showed mercy by not beating him to death."
Samuel choked on his cigarette, coughing uncontrollably. He hadn't choked this badly even the first time he smoked. He coughed so hard he couldn't speak, only waving his hand for Matthew to shut up.
Someone knocked on the door.
Samuel, still coughing, went to open it. "Lydia?"
Lydia smiled. "Samuel, I need your help with something."
She briefly explained the situation and said, "See if you can find that person. Regardless of the motive, such a person must be taught a lesson."
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