Chapter 529 At Your Beck and Call
Samuel looked dead serious. "Alright, I'll get the manager to round up everyone on duty tonight and bring them to the second floor," he said.
He called the hotel manager, instructing him to gather everyone and check the surveillance footage. Whoever set up Winona must've thought about getting caught and probably already skipped town.
Winona asked, "Mr. Anderson, can you make a copy of tonight's surveillance footage for me?"
She wasn't sure if the incident of her hitting someone would blow up in the media, but she wanted to be safe and get the footage first. The hotel's network firewall didn't seem very secure.
Samuel didn't question her. "Sure," he said.
As he turned to get his phone, Lydia noticed Matthew inside, tending to a wound. "Matthew, how did you get hurt?" she asked.
Matthew shrugged it off. "Accidentally broke a glass."
Winona wanted the doctor to check Lydia's back, but she refused.
Ten minutes later, everyone on duty at the hotel that night was gathered on the second floor.
As expected, Winona couldn't find the waiter who had delivered the message to her.
Samuel handed Winona the copied surveillance footage. "Lydia, that guy just started working here recently and is still in training, not officially on duty yet. Tonight was busy, so the manager had him do some cleaning tasks. I didn't expect this to happen. I'm sorry; it's my fault for letting this happen. I've already arranged for someone to find him. Should I hand him over to Evander, or do you want me to handle this?" he said.
Lydia replied, "If it turns out he has no connection to Timothy and just took money, then you handle it."
She looked exhausted and pale. "This isn't your fault; don't take the blame on yourself," she added.
After dealing with the matter, they went downstairs. Evander had already taken care of the guests. Only the cleaning staff and Evander were left in the spacious hall.
"I was just about to come find you," Evander said, walking up to Lydia and naturally taking her hand. "Why are your hands so cold? You don't look well."
Lydia shook her head. "It's too cold. Can we go home?"
Evander asked, "Didn't you say you didn't want to move and would stay at the hotel tonight?"
Lydia said, "I want to go home. After socializing all night, I'm a bit tired. I'm afraid I won't sleep well in a different bed. I have a meeting tomorrow."
Evander didn't mind where they stayed. If Lydia wanted to go home, then they would go home.
In the past, Lydia would have asked Winona to return to the old house with them, but today, she uncharacteristically didn't and urged Evander to leave quickly, as if eager to go home.
Evander looked at Winona.
Winona quickly said, "Evander, you should take Lydia home first. She fell today and twisted her back, she might not be feeling well."
Hearing this, Evander immediately stopped worrying about Winona and gently touched Lydia's lower back. "What happened?" he asked.
Lydia responded, "I slipped while making a call outside. I'm fine now, it doesn't hurt anymore."
The Lydia's family old house was quite far from the hotel. Otherwise, Lydia wouldn't have suggested staying at the hotel for the night. By the time they got home, it was already one or two in the morning. Lydia went straight to the master bedroom's bathroom and turned on the faucet to fill the bathtub.With the heater blowing, Lydia stared blankly at the rippling water, thinking about the phone call she got in the garden today and the photo sent to her phone.
It was Timothy; it had to be him.
No one else could have those photos.
Lydia sat on the edge of the bathtub, trembling uncontrollably. It wasn't until the bathtub was full and water started spilling over, wetting her hips, that she snapped out of it. She quickly turned off the water, undressed, and got into the tub.
The warm water enveloped her, and she closed her eyes comfortably, her head slightly tilted back, resting on the edge of the tub.
"Lydia, you have so many cute nicknames. Which one do you like me to call you?"
Lydia suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in the bathtub, gasping for breath. She stared at the water droplets rolling down the wall in front of her.
She had fallen asleep and had a nightmare. If she hadn't woken up suddenly, she might have slipped under the water.
The next day, Winona saw the news about her hitting the woman with red lips, but it wasn't trending because Matthew had taken over the headlines.
A video of him punching Timothy had been posted online. It wasn't a big deal, just one punch. Timothy's face was a bit swollen, but he wasn't seriously injured. This level of altercation didn't even qualify as a fight.
But the problem was that someone exposed Timothy's status as an orphan and posted photos of him in the orphanage. The old photos, already tinged with a sense of decay, showed the orphanage in a dilapidated state, with even the bowls they ate from chipped.
This sparked a fierce online debate about class differences, with people from different social classes arguing vehemently. The argument escalated the news into a trending topic.
[These rich kids think they're so superior and don't care about us ordinary folks. They hit whoever they want.]
[That poor kid looks so miserable. After getting hit, he doesn't even have anyone to speak up for him, just suffering in silence.]
[His face is swollen. I just want to hug him.]
[He looks so weak and effeminate, not manly at all. He got knocked down with one punch. If it were me, I could take ten punches and still fight back. He looks like someone who gets beaten up.]
[He's an orphan, malnourished since childhood. You can't compare him to a big, burly pig like you.]
[I used to be a fan of Matthew. I watched one of his interviews and thought he was so nice, gentle, and handsome. Now, I'm turning into a hater. I'm going to throw eggs at the Watson Group's headquarters.]
[You all are jumping around like monkeys, crying injustice for him. The person involved hasn't said a word. Maybe he got a big settlement and is secretly happy.]
Winona looked at the chaotic comments section, exited Facebook, and called Rebecca to vent. "Rebecca, what are you doing?"
Rebecca replied, "Doing something big. Trying to get Howard, that loser, to see reason. He wants to study law, so I asked Anthony to train him. He's already exhausted like a dog and about to give up."
Rebecca couldn't persuade Howard, so she had to ask Anthony for help. Anthony's idea was to let Howard experience the hardships of being a lawyer firsthand. No amount of talking could compare to personal experience. However, there was a condition: during the time Howard was with him, Rebecca had to be the driver, always on call, providing 24-hour service.
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