Chapter 93
Chapter: 93
“Let’s go,” Theodore said again, rolling down the car window.
“I’m coming.” Ariana answered. She had no choice but to turn away.
As soon as she got in the car, she excitedly turned to Theodore. “Guess what I just saw?”
“What?” Theodore asked.
“Jasper lying, stripped naked in an alley, beaten. black and blue. Isn’t that great? Who do you think did
that? Whoever it was deserves an award!” Ariana couldn’t contain her excitement. She burst into such
an intense laughter that her shoulders began to shake.
Theodore gave Ariana a look of amusement. Her good mood was infectious. “Is it really making you
that happy?”
“Of course!” Ariana’s eyes began to water from laughing so hard. She blinked at Theodore.
“Aren’t you happy about it?”
“That loser doesn’t get to impact my mood,” Theodore said lightly.
Ariana pursed her lips. She supposed she hadn’t really expected much reaction from him. She had
never seen him sad or happy. It seemed he only had two emotions, angry and not angry. Only when he
was scheming did he smile.
Ariana asked again, “So, who do you think did it?”
“It’s a dangerous area. Someone getting robbed while drunk is no surprise,” Theodore said
dismissively.
Ariana nodded, slightly skeptical, but didn’t ask anything else. But the question continued to whirl
around her mind, even after she had returned to her room.
Although she could easily imagine Jasper getting lost while drunk, he couldn’t have been that drunk.
After all, he had been able to calmly lie to Brielle and then leave when she appeared.”
Besides, Jasper had been practicing boxing since he was a child. An ordinary person wouldn’t be able
to beat him up that easily.
Who could it have been then?
Theodore? It was in his character to seek revenge for even the smallest grievance. But could he really
do that with his disability? Did he make Horace do it?
But Horace had been waiting in the car. He wouldn’t have had time to go into the restroom and beat
Jasper up like that.
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. After some time, she gave up. She
picked up the scald ointment and walked to Theodore’s room.
She knocked and a voice answered, “The door’s unlocked. Come in.”
She pushed the door open and saw that Theodore had changed into his pajamas, and was leaning
against the headboard of the bed with a thick book in his hands..
“What’s the matter?” Theodore asked, looking up from his book.
Ariana held up the ointment. “I was just coming to apply some ointment for you.”
Theodore closed the book he was holding and was about to decline, but Ariana stepped forward and
said, “I know you’re going to say it’s unnecessary and it doesn’t hurt. But even if your leg doesn’t hurt,
scars will form which are irreversible.”