Chapter 1272 Debt Doris,
Yes, that’s right. The whole thing lasted only three or four minutes, with a one–minute break in
between. Can someone truly fight in such a short amount of time?
Mr. Adelmar also appeared calm and composed, not like someone who had just been in at fight.
If he had battled someone, wouldn’t he be sweating profusely after such a brief encounter?
Doris felt relieved.
The chauffeur started the car and returned to Starhill Garden.
Waylon came out of the rear seat and leaned in to help Doris out of the car.
“I can walk,” Doris admitted hesitantly. “I can manage on my own.”
“Are you sure?” Waylon asked, his brow slightly furrowed and his face cold.
“You can just lend me a hand,” Doris explained. “I only have minor injuries and no broken bones.”
“All right then,” Waylon said as he extended his enormous hand to support her, adding, “Be careful.”
They exited the car, entered the security entrance, and finally reached the elevator with his assistance.
Her knees were both burning with pain, and her flesh was torn.
Although her bones were not broken, she had fallen rather hard, and it was excruciatingly painful.
Doris‘ face had grown pale from pain by the time they reached the twelfth floor in the elevator.
Sweat was flowing down her brow, but she gritted her teeth and stood tall, not saying anything.Waylon could sense her determination and could tell she was in a lot of pain.
He couldn’t insist because she didn’t want to be carried
In his heart, he thought, Her determination and tenacity are comparable to those of his family’s young
martial sister.
Mrs. Flores was taken aback when she saw Doris’s condition when they first entered the house.
“Oh my, Doris, what happened to you?”
“It’s all my fault,” Waylon stated solemnly. “I didn’t take good care of her.”
Mrs. Flores asked, “How can you blame yourself?” “Wasn’t Doris out with Mr. Daniel?”
“Don’t mention it,” Doris said as she sat down on the sofa. “I ran into a jerk, just my bad luck.”
“Get some iodine and some cotton pads,” Waylon said to Mrs. Flores. “I’ll help her treat the abrasions.”
Mrs. Flores dashed off to get the first aid kit.
Waylon took out the iodine and cotton pads and gently wiped Doris‘ wounds.
Fortunately, the scratches were only superficial and not very deep, so she didn’t need a bandage.
“Let them air dry like this,” Waylon instructed. “Be careful not to get them wet when shower, and they’ll
heal in two days.”
“Not get them wet?” Doris asked, her brow furrowed. “How can you take a bath without. getting wet?”
“A towel?” Waylon asked, frowning. “I refuse to believe that a wet towel can’t be washed for this
purpose.”“Oh, a wet towel works too,” Doris said, lowering her head and apologizing. “I always seem to cause
trouble for you.”
Waylon’s lips twitched. “It’s a debt from a past life.” “As long as I’m with you, trouble is always stirred
up!”
Doris,
“…” She was well aware that he disliked her.
They escaped with Waylon leading the way, and the Nimbus Hotel exploded shortly after.
Raymond’s relatives arrived shortly afterwards.
Lily and her brother, as well as the wedding banquet’s host, were summoned.
The Richardson family was taken aback when they discovered that the person who had paralyzed
Raymond was Waylon, the Imperial Palace’s club owner.
Even if their family held a little position, such as mayor of Struyria, they would still defer to Waylon, who
was left with nothing but money.
After all, Waylon could easily overpower them with his wealth!
Waylon is currently funding several new government initiatives in Struyria. Who could possibly
challenge him?
Oh no, how can this dispute be settled?
novelbinThe Richardson family directed their anger at the wedding banquet’s host.After all, the incident happened at their wedding reception!
They couldn’t escape the responsibility.
When the host of the wedding feast saw this, he couldn’t stand it.
As a result, they shifted the blame to Lily.
After all, Lily introduced Waylon, right?
In a hurry, Lily passed the blame to Raymond.
Who made Raymond behave like a jerk and bully her “girlfriend“?
Waylon’s assistant was the “girlfriend” of her brother.
Even when it comes to hitting a dog, the owner must be considered!
If you, Raymond, act like a thug against their assistant, and Waylon doesn’t beat you, who will?
As a result, the Richardson family’s emotions were filled with repressed anger.