Chapter 277
The woman sniffed. “Uncle, she bullied Hanghang! Don’t help her—I haven’t taught her a lesson yet!”
Beside her, the little boy puffed out his chest with a haughty snort.
“Lesson?”
A deep voice echoed through the quiet corridor, cutting through the stifling tension like an evening breeze. Alaricka’s pulse jumped as her head snapped toward the sound.
Two silhouettes emerged backlit from the far end—one tall and poised, moving with unhurried grace; the other striking in stature, heels clicking rhythmically against the floor. Their proximity spoke of intimacy.
Alarieka’s gaze flickered downward.
The director squinted through his outdated glasses, eyes widening in disbelief as the figures drew near. Recognition struck like lightning.
“Mr. Argent!”
His face instantly contorted into an ingratiating smile, back bending obsequiously. “Mr. Argent! What brings you here?”
Kieran’s dark, unreadable eyes settled on the back of Alaricka’s head.
“Director Li. Explain this.”
Alarieka remained pinned beneath the woman, limbs restrained, one hand braced defiantly against the floor. Her shirt had ridden up, exposing a slender strip of pale waist that glowed unnervingly in the dimness.
Kieran Argent’s eyes grew even more unfathomably dark.
Director Li said with an awkward smile, “It’s nothing, nothing. All misunderstandings, just misunderstandings.”
He immediately turned and glared at the woman: “What are you doing? Let go of the patient now.”
The woman froze momentarily. Seeing the newcomer’s face, her cheeks flushed instantly. She released Alarieka Huston’s hand at once, pulling her son several steps back.
Alarieka Huston caught her breath. Pushing against the ground with her palms, she slowly lifted her upper body. She tugged down her shirt, covering her slender waist. Then carefully bracing against the floor, she stood up.
Kieran Argent simply watched without speaking, but the sharpness in his gaze made Director Li bow his head lower.
Director Li turned again and urged: “Quit staring! Help her over there!”
The woman stared cautiously at the newcomer’s handsome face, his clearly expensive suit and wristwatch. Clutching her son’s hand, her heartbeat quickened, cheeks flushing deeper.
She’d divorced her ex-husband years ago, raising her son alone since. No man had sparked her interest for remarriage—not for lack of suitors, but she scorned them all.
This man before her had striking looks, noble bearing, and obvious wealth. A small scheme began forming in her mind.
True, the woman beside him dazzled too, but that mattered little. The real goal was catching his attention.
Hearing Director Li, the woman swayed over and lifted Alarieka Huston from the ground into the wheelchair.
As the woman approached, Alarieka Huston’s body stiffened briefly. Slowly, she yielded to the woman’s pressure and settled into the wheelchair.
Securely seated, Alarieka Huston gradually turned her gaze toward Kieran Argent and Roschelle Whitaker.
Only then did she notice Kieran Argent had been watching her all along, his eyes dark and silent. Roschelle stood beside him, intimately holding his arm. Her gentle gaze carried a condescending edge.
Alarieka Huston thought: Recent events must have convinced Roschelle she’d already won, viewing me as no threat.
She looked away, expression calm.
She couldn’t fathom why this woman was acting crazy—gripping her arm painfully while helping her into the wheelchair, all while whispering: “Watch your mouth.”
Director Li thought to himself.
Why was Kieran Argent at the hospital so late?
He cautiously studied Kieran Argent’s expression and began: “Mr. Argent, you—”
The woman suddenly spoke in sickly sweetness: “Miss, let’s be reasonable. You scalded my son with hot water. Shouldn’t you take responsibility? My boy’s an innocent victim.”
She lowered her head, sobbing quietly while wiping tears. “We’re just a widow and orphan. We don’t expect much compensation—just cover his medical bills.”
Chapter 278