Chapter 446

“Ah, wait, wait, wait—” Ophelia was dumbfounded, struggling. However, Winford didn’t listen at all; the iron-like force imprisoned her, making her unable to move an inch. He had been waiting at home for so long for no reason, and he was very unhappy at the moment. He said he came back late, so he came back late.

Downstairs, Bryson and Graham stared intently at the upstairs, waiting to hear the sound of the door slamming shut before they averted their gaze.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Bryson, with a face full of curiosity, couldn’t help but say, “If only Winford could shapeshift seventy-two times, he would probably wish to become a pendant on Ophelia, wouldn’t he? It’s just a short trip outside, can’t he bear it?”

“I never expected Winford to be like this when it comes to dating,” Bryson added, remembering the last time Desmond gave a gift and Winford’s terrifying expression. “If Winford were a woman, she would definitely be a jealous woman that no one dares to provoke.”

He turned his head, seeking validation, and said, “Graham, you agree, right?”

Graham’s expression was indescribable as he looked at him with pity and speechlessness. Then, his gaze slowly moved past his shoulders and looked behind him. Bryson’s eyelid twitched suddenly, and he slowly turned around.

Just then, Winford appeared at the staircase, looking at him with dark clouds looming overhead! Bryson gasped in fear and almost fainted!

“Jealous, huh?” Winford smirked, his tone menacing. Ophelia, with her flushed face, also peered out from behind Winford, looking at him with an indescribable expression. Bryson was a bit superstitious; otherwise, how could he be so unlucky every time?

“Winford! I was wrong, sob!” Bryson was on the verge of tears, almost tripping and falling flat on his face, and ended up kneeling down.

Winford’s voice dropped with ice chips, “Come rolling towards me!” He turned around and walked quickly towards the study. Ophelia was extremely moved when she saw that all of Winford’s anger had been transferred away. She clasped her hands together and watched Bryson go.

“Bryson, I knew you were a good person. Don’t worry, I would pray for you!”

“Mrs. Pruitt, Ms. Whitaker’s phone!” a servant suddenly shouted, walking quickly towards them, holding the phone that Ophelia had just accidentally dropped.

Ophelia snapped back to reality and took the phone. “Hello? Nora?” She sounded cheerful, thinking Lenora missed her, so she called to chat. But Lenora, to her surprise, spoke anxiously. Her first words were, “Ophelia, Isabelle got hurt!”

“She is currently in the hospital, and my parents and grandparents have already heard that it was you who injured her. My mother is insisting that you come to the hospital to apologize…”

I hadn’t finished speaking when Freya suddenly snatched the phone away.

“Ophelia! How did Isabelle provoke you to make you treat her so harshly?!”

“Give you half an hour, come and apologize to Isabelle immediately! Otherwise, I don’t mind taking the initiative to approach Sunset Vista!”

After finishing speaking, without giving Ophelia a chance to speak, the call was hung up. Ophelia suddenly squinted her eyes. Isabelle got injured? Wasn’t she fine before at Ink Pharmaceuticals?

She turned to Graham and asked, “After I told you to throw Isabelle out, what happened next? Did you guys take action?”

Graham said, “I just followed Mrs. Pruitt’s request and threw the person out; I didn’t lay a hand on them.”

Upon hearing this result, Ophelia immediately scoffed. This is strange; she didn’t even do anything. How could Isabelle get hurt?