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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

and

withdrew her hand from his.

wondered why Troy was still smiling.

and said, “Try

hurts.”

limped for two steps, slowly moved her weight on her left foot to her right foot, walked slowly to the door, and then

seems that the pain is really gone. Thank

you, Doctor!”

welcome, as long as it doesn’t hurt

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

fastening his seat belt, “Do

the restaurant? My car

I’ll have someone drive it for you

is at Marshall villa, so go pick her up

changed his direction to Marshall villa.

you

picked up her phone and looked through the Facebook group for photography courses.

happened to be a photography

leave from

people were chatting in the Facebook they

group, so

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

the apartment where Imogen lived, Imogen said, “Just stop at the

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

and it’s too cold outside. It’s better for me to park directly

not far…”

Troy drove into the underground garage.

pouted and said nothing.

help tonight, she did

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

phone, hung her down jacket on the hook

ready to heat a

her movements, and said, “I just talked and didn’t eat much in the evening, so prepare

and glared at him.

then turned around and returned to the

cell phone on the

rang.

walked over and took a look.

he could only see that the person who sent the message noted

photography tutor of Imogen’s photography class, and she planned to go with

would also follow. Troy didn’t think much about it. He just

in and get the

from the kitchen.

a plate in one hand, and placed

of pizza on a plate,

were sitting on the sofa, enjoying their pizzas. Watching them, Grace’s craving grew stronger.

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

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