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Chapter 278

Chapter 278 Who Hurt Her

Troy carried Imogen to the car, put her in the back seat, and looked at her carefully.

Her forehead was a little red, and there were two band–aids on it casually. The left side of her face was red and swollen, with five clear fingerprints on it, and her right foot…

Troy raised Imogen’s right foot and wanted to take off her boot. She wanted to take her foot back, but he held down her calf.

After taking off the boots, even though the socks were still on, Troy could still see the swollen ankles.

In short, Imogen looked messed up.

Troy’s eyes became sharp, and he asked in a calm voice, “What’s going on? Where did you get these injuries? Who hit you?”

Imogen was silent for a few seconds. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Imogen!”

Meeting Troy’s questioning eyes, Imogen turned away and closed her eyes.

Troy remained silent.

He was helpless and angry.

Troy believed he could still find out the truth even Imogen did not want to tell him.

Troy wondered, “Who on earth could have hurt Imogen, yet she still wants to protect them?”

Troy hadn’t even had a drink during the dinner party, and the secretary who helped him hold back the drink had already been sent back. He drove to the hospital, carried Imogen to the orthopedics. department first, put her on a chair, and explained his purpose.

The doctor raised Imogen’s right foot and gently pressed on the red and swollen area, judging the situation. “Does it hurt so much here?”

Imogen said, “A little.”

“What about here?”

“A little. Doctor, you press too lightly. It may hurt if you

you press hard.”

“That’s right. Then, I’ll press harder,” The doctor said with a smile.

Imogen didn’t take it seriously, only thinking that the doctor was joking. Unexpectedly, the next second, the doctor fixed her ankle and pressed hard on her ankle.

“Ouch…”

Caught off guard, Imogen burst into tears because of the pain.

Troy quickly supported her and held one of her hands. “Does it hurt?”

Imogen burst into tears. “Yes…”

so much.

and aggrieved expression, Troy laughed.

her hand from his.

why Troy was still smiling.

warm ankle and said, “Try walking on the

hurts.”

foot on the ground, stood up holding the table, limped for two steps, slowly moved her weight on her left foot to her right foot, walked slowly to the door, and then walked back.

beamed. “It seems that the

you, Doctor!”

said, “You’re welcome, as long as it doesn’t hurt

forehead, the doctor treated it, put a square gauze on it,

his seat belt, “Do you

you take me to the restaurant? My car is still

I’ll have someone drive it for you tomorrow.”

villa, so go pick

changed his direction

you

phone and looked through the

to be a photography class tonight.

from

class was not over yet. Not many people were chatting in

group, so

the door of Marshall villa, and the two got out of the car together. They went in

approaching the apartment where Imogen lived, Imogen said,

on the roadside there, and they could not park for a long time. Troy quickly realized Imogen’s intentions. She merely

it’s too far from your apartment block, and it’s too cold outside. It’s better for me to

not

a word, Troy drove into the

and said nothing.

she did not want to argue with

Troy pushed the door down and consciously followed Imogen and Grace into

the flat floor, Imogen took off her boots, took out her mobile phone, hung her down jacket on the hook next to

were frozen pizzas in the refrigerator. Imogen was ready to heat a few slices of

said, “I just talked and didn’t eat

and glared

turned around and returned to the

Imogen’s cell phone on

rang.

a look. It

that the person who sent the message noted that his name was Xavier, but he could not see

that Xavier was the photography tutor of Imogen’s photography class, and she planned to go with Xavier to collect photos.

much about it. He just felt that Imogen really wanted to

in and get the

came from

walked in, came out with a plate in one hand, and placed it on the

trailed behind, holding two slices of pizza on a plate, accompanied by a

were sitting on the sofa, enjoying their pizzas. Watching them, Grace’s craving grew stronger. Eventually, Troy grabbed a clean plate and served

eating, Troy had no reason to stay here anymore and reluctantly left.

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