Chapter 173

The people around were discussing in whispers.

“Is it really Elva’s mom?”

“Really? Wasn’t it said that she was a wealthy heiress?”

“So all those wealthy heiresses were fake?”

“Surely it’s fake! Look at how guilty Elva looks! If it really wasn’t her mother, why would she be so flustered?!”

On the stage, Elva listened to the discussions coming from all directions, her face losing the last trace of color, her mind almost blank. Suddenly, she saw that Ophelia had not left yet! Ophelia relaxedly leaned on the man’s shoulder, giving Elva a wicked smile in response to her gaze.

“Ophelia!!” Elva hissed, her heart filled with hatred. It was Ophelia who did it; she had planned everything!

“So what?” Ophelia withdrew her gaze and said, “Honey, let’s go!”

When she left, she glanced at Graham and Lily. When her eyes met Graham’s, she quietly gave him an appreciative look. She turned her head and unexpectedly met Winford’s gloomy gaze.

“Honey…?” she called out cautiously.

Chapter 178

Winford didn’t say a word and took her to the hospital as quickly as possible. After the doctor finished examining her and treating her injured ankle, he coldly asked, “Doesn’t it hurt?”

Ophelia instinctively wanted to nod, and although it hurt a little, she could still endure it. However, before she could nod, she saw the frightening expression on the man’s face by the bed. She keenly sensed that his anger was directed at her!

“Honey, what happened…?”

Winford didn’t answer but instead grabbed her ankle and asked, “Does it hurt?”

Ophelia felt that this question was somewhat dangerous for no apparent reason. She cautiously glanced at the man’s serious expression and asked, “Does it hurt a little?”

“Did you fear pain?”

Ophelia was terrified, feeling that his hand might move to her injury at any moment. “I’m scared.”

“Really?” The grip on her ankle suddenly tightened, and a storm brewed in the man’s eyes. “Since you were afraid, why didn’t you show any hesitation when you deliberately fell just now?”

The ward suddenly fell silent. Ophelia finally understood where the man’s anger had come from.

“I…” She had indeed fallen on purpose, and her high heels had indeed malfunctioned. Without much speculation, it was clear that it was most likely Paul or Sarah who had done it. However, given her reflexes, she could have stood steady when the heel broke.

But she still deliberately, or rather, took the opportunity to fall down.

“If I hadn’t acted quickly at that time, have you ever thought about what the consequences would have been? Hmm?” Winford looked at her with a grim expression.

Ophelia certainly knew that if he hadn’t acted quickly, she would have fallen off the stage! At that time, the injury was no longer as simple as just the ankle.

“But I knew that you would definitely hold me back, my husband!” she looked up and said matter-of-factly. If she hadn’t trusted him enough, how could she have dared to take such a risk!

In the face of her clear gaze, the anger in Winford’s heart suddenly extinguished. But it quickly reignited, and he said coldly, “This is not a reason for you to risk your own safety!”

He still remembered the fear he felt when he pulled her into his arms! If he hadn’t noticed her at that time, if he had been a little slower, what would the situation be like now?!

Seeing the man’s face darken again, Ophelia knew that today could not be easily brushed aside. She opened her mouth and could only speak the truth.

“If I got hurt, you would have enough reason to deal with Elva; she was so annoying.” She didn’t take Elva seriously, but she also knew that Bertha’s husband’s life-saving grace towards Glenda was not so easily forgotten. If she casually dealt with Bertha and Elva, it would definitely harm his reputation. But she was injured and almost fell off the stage, which would have resulted in a more serious injury, and the nature of it would have been different.

Of course, she did not think that Bertha and Elva were worth such a high price that she would gamble her own safety for them; she simply had enough trust in him, knowing that she would not really get into trouble.

She gave her explanation; however, Winford’s expression became even more frightening.

“…Husband?”

Winford’s temples throbbed with anger, wishing he could grab the person in bed who still believed they were right and give them a good lesson. He suppressed his anger.

“It was nothing. If you found her displeasing, I would deal with her. What reason did I need?” He released her foot, and his tall, cold figure stood by the bed. “Do you really think that, compared to your safety, I would care more about something like reputation?”