Hope Williams blinked lightly, lowered her eyes, and fiddled with the buttons on her clothes, "...Alright, I’ll call Aunt Sue and ask her to go back and take care of Aria. I’ll wait for you here."
"Okay."
Hope exhaled a breath of impure air, her hand gripping the phone more tightly. After notifying Isla Sue and the others, Waylon Lewis’s car arrived shortly.
Waylon opened the car door for Hope and his gaze fell on her worried face. He sighed.
Hope turned her head to glance at Waylon, got out of the car, and he reached out to protect her.
"Let’s go." Waylon took Hope into his car.
Hope pursed her lips and asked, "Did they find that waiter?"
"They sent the person abroad before the video was posted. Soone has been dispatched to find them; it will take so ti."
"Okay."
Hope rubbed her throbbing temples. She had thought that after their engagent was called off, everything would improve, but it turned out there were still so many issues.
Lily Armstrong’s setup was indeed ticulous, handling everything cleanly before the video went out, leaving them with no leads.
"Headache?"
"A bit."
Waylon looked deeply at her, gently rubbed her head, and held her in his arms, "Close your eyes and try not to think."
Hope looked up at him, "I don’t want to stay at Old Ortiz’s tonight, I want to co back ho."
Waylon frowned, "Isn’t it tiring to keep flying back and forth?"
"I don’t feel tired."
Hope’s eyes were filled with pleading light, gazing unblinkingly at him.
Staring at her like that, Waylon couldn’t bring himself to refuse. In the end, he could only compromise, "As you wish."
Constantly worrying about the situation here while at Old Ortiz’s, she couldn’t be at ease; it was better to bring her back to his side.
...
The Lewis Family.
After Isla Sue and Miac Richardson hurriedly left, Wyatt Lewis quickly saw a video online of Aria Richardson being harassed and bullied at the Richardson Family’s doorstep.
It was fild by a passerby and posted online.
Wyatt’s breathing imdiately beca heavier, his eyes sharp, standing up, ready to leave.
Old Master Lewis saw his aggressive deanor and imdiately reprimanded him, "Co back."
Wyatt paused his steps.
Old Master Lewis frowned at Wyatt, "If you go to the Richardsons now, are you ready to be fild and gossiped about again?"
Wyatt’s fingers tightened, "I can’t just do nothing."
"You can’t do nothing, but what about that girl from the Richardsons? Are you disregarding her reputation too?"
Emotions surged in Wyatt’s eyes, but after hearing the old master’s words, he eventually suppressed them all. He took a deep breath, "I’m going out for a bit, but not to the Richardson’s."
"Then where are you going?"
"The police station."
Those people causing trouble at the Richardsons must have sothing to hide. It’s impossible that in such a short ti, they found out Aria’s address and were ready to pounce on her.
This was definitely orchestrated by soone.
If they dared to do this, soone must be prepared to help them safely out of the police station afterward.
Only by keeping those troublemakers in the station will the people behind them panic.
Isla Sue and Miac Richardson rushed back to the Richardson house. A disturbing pool of frozen blood at the doorstep had yet to be cleaned up, striking fear.
Isla covered her chest in fright, almost losing her composure as she rushed ho. Seeing the servant, she quickly asked, "Where’s the lady?"
"Madam, the lady is upstairs."
Isla and Miac imdiately went upstairs, just as the family doctor ca out of Aria’s room.
Isla grabbed the doctor anxiously, "How is Aria?"
"Madam, don’t worry. The lady has only suffered superficial wounds, nothing serious."
Hearing the doctor say Aria was uninjured, Isla breathed a sigh of relief, "Then what’s with all the blood outside?"
The servant helped explain, "It was pig’s blood thrown by the troublemakers."
Isla nodded, her face still full of worry, "I want to go in and see her."
"Miss Richardson, Mr. Richardson, hold on." The doctor raised a hand to stop them.
Miac frowned, "Is there sothing else?"
"It’s like this; the young lady’s ntal state is not good, and her emotions are unstable. My suggestion is to have a psychologist see her."
Isla was stunned for a mont, "Do you an she has ntal health issues now?"
"Consider it as post-traumatic stress disorder."
Isla and Miac were dumbfounded.
Post-traumatic stress disorder! That’s a ntal illness!
"How...how could this be...she..." Isla’s face was stiff, too shocked to speak.
The doctor sighed, "Hurry and get a psychologist to take a look."
Miac supported Isla and instructed soone to find a psychologist.
Half an hour later, Miac anxiously brought a psychologist into Aria’s room.
Isla was sitting by Aria’s bed blowing her hair dry. Seeing Aria’s slightly pale face, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and sob.
Her perfectly fine daughter had been hard to this extent.
Ever since the two families started discussing marriage, everything seed to have changed.
Originally a harmonious wedding, it ended up like this.
Isla’s heart ached endlessly.
Miac brought in the psychologist and gently patted Isla’s shoulder, "Isla, the psychologist is here. Let’s go out first."
Isla covered her mouth, nodded, and softly said to Aria, "Aria, mom’s going out for a bit. Let the doctor take a look at you, okay?"
Aria cooperatively nodded, not saying anything.
Isla glanced at the psychologist, "Thank you, doctor."
The female psychologist nodded, "You’re welco, madam."
Isla and Miac went out, gently closing the door.
Isla couldn’t help but lower her head, covering her mouth and lightly sobbing, "It’s all my fault. All my fault. If I hadn’t pushed her to go on that date in the first place, her ties with Alexander Knox would have ended long ago, and none of this would have happened. Now she’s been driven to this point, it’s all my fault."
Miac’s eyes deepened as he embraced Isla’s shoulders, gently patting her, "Alright, stop blaming yourself. The situation has already happened. It’s more important to think about how to resolve it now."
Isla pushed Miac away, "And you, if you hadn’t pushed her to marry Alexander Knox, maybe things would be different. This marriage alliance was originally for that billion-dollar funding. Miac Richardson, are you satisfied now?"
Miac was pushed back a few steps by Isla’s words, leaving him no room to argue.
The room’s door opened, and the psychologist helplessly said, "Could you both keep your voices down?"
Only then did Isla realize they were still by Aria’s door, and that she could hear their voices from inside.
Isla wiped her tears, "Alright, alright, we know. You continue."
Isla wiped her tears and went downstairs.
Forty minutes later, the psychologist ca out of Aria’s room, and they all sat in the living room.
Isla’s eyes were full of anxiety, "Doctor, how is my daughter?"
The psychologist glanced at the notes in her hand and said, "The situation is a bit complicated at the mont. It’s currently unclear if Miss Richardson has post-traumatic stress disorder, but it’s certain that she has moderate depression."
Isla’s eyes went dark, and she almost fainted.
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