Chapter 88

Her ankle hurt, likely twisted in the fall. Seeing Johnny's concern, Freya felt a warmth in her heart, but also a pang of sadness. She noticed the looks from the others. She knew they probably thought she had deliberately thrown herself into Matteo's arms. Even now, injured, they probably thought she deserved it. As for Matteo… he hadn't even bothered to steady her, let alone ask if she was okay. The only one truly concerned was Johnny.

"Should I take a look at it for you?"

"No need…" There were so many people around…

Johnny ignored her refusal. Without a second thought, he picked her up and carried her away from the crowd, setting her down and removing her high heels. He gently lifted her leg, noticing her ankle was indeed swollen. He instructed a waiter to call for a doctor and buy her a pair of flats.

Seeing Johnny's unreserved care, many onlookers were taken aback. Some were even surprised. At that moment, many reconsidered their assumptions. Maybe Freya hadn't deliberately thrown herself into Matteo's arms after all. In fact, it seemed Freya and Johnny had quite a good relationship.

Raven bit her lip and looked away, then shifted her gaze toward Matteo. He noticed the closeness between Freya and Johnny, but continued chatting casually with the others, seemingly indifferent to their interaction. Seeing his lack of reaction, Raven's pursed lips relaxed into a smile. She resumed chatting, no longer paying attention to Freya.

Soon, the restaurant doctor arrived. After examining Freya, he prescribed ointment. Once he left, Johnny began applying the medicine. Freya wanted to do it herself, but Johnny shot her a look, so she surrendered and let him take over.

After applying the ointment, Johnny waited a moment before a waiter returned with a pair of flats. Freya tried them on and said, "It's fine, I can walk."

"That's good," Johnny replied.

However, her foot was still injured, making a visit to the exhibition hall inconvenient. Johnny suggested she skip it; he'd already asked someone to take photos of the exhibits for her. She could review them online later. Though regrettable, there was nothing else to be done. Johnny informed the others and took Freya home. After they left, the others dispersed.

After sending Freya home, Johnny had other matters to attend to and left shortly after. Freya, exhausted, was ready to rest. She planned to chat with Johnny later about their teacher's "homework."

She placed her phone aside and was about to sleep when it rang. She picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number. After a brief hesitation, she answered, "Hello, may I ask who this is?"

"It's Harry Becker."

Freya froze, then sat up. "Mr. Becker?" Honestly, she'd been so busy she'd almost forgotten this morning's incident. If Harry hadn't called, she might not have remembered.

"I've had someone take care of your car. You can pick it up later." Before Freya could speak, Harry continued, "If it's inconvenient, I can have someone drive it back for you."

Freya instinctively refused, "No need to trouble yourself. I'll come pick it up." She turned down the offer without hesitation. There was a brief silence.

"Mr. Becker?"

"Alright, I'll send you the contact information for the repair shop in a moment."

"Thank you."

Harry hung up.

Given her injury, Freya knew she couldn't pick up the car herself. After a moment's thought, she decided to ask Johnny for help. He agreed to drive it back for her once he finished his tasks.

That evening, after ordering takeout, Freya had just finished eating when she received a call from Isabella, asking when she would be home. Freya replied, "I sprained my foot and can't walk well. I'm resting outside, so I won't be going home. You should rest early."

Isabella was immediately concerned, "What? Mom, your foot is injured? Is it serious? Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but it's not severe. It'll get better in a few days."