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“Alright, please wait a moment.” Bard bowed in the direction of Mr. Wilson and then walked towards Jocelyn’s room.
“Do any of you have a key? Can I have one, please?”
Bard turned his gaze to the servants.
The maid, Elena, met Bard’s gaze and walked out. “I’m sorry, Mr. Bard, but the only key to that room is with Miss Jocelyn. We don’t have it.”
Hearing that there was no key, Maria looked a little nervous.
She wanted Bard to open the door and throw Jocelyn, who was hiding inside, out of the Wilson house, but at the same time, she didn’t want Bart to open the door so that no one would know about the lie she and her mother had told.
However, Bard was Mr. Wilson’s assistant. He served Mr. Wilson loyally and listened to his orders unconditionally.
“Well then, sorry for being rude, Miss Jocelyn.” As Bard spoke, he raised his legs.
The next moment, the door handle flew out and Jocelyn’s door was opened from the outside.
‘The window in the room was tightly covered by the curtains, and not a single bit of light was seen from inside. It was like a huge abyss, empty and lifeless, mixed with overwhelming loneliness.
“Living in such an environment for a long time, it is no wonder that Miss Jocelyn is so wild in private,” Bard thought to himself.
He fumbled around and turned on the light in the room.
As the sunlight lit up the room, Jocelyn was seen lying on the ground with a burning face.
Bard did not expect that Jocelyn, who was said to be messing around outside, would actually be hiding in her room. This made Bard stand rooted to the ground, at a loss.
Maria urged unhappily, “Why are you still standing at the door? Stop dilly-dallying, didn’t you hear what my father said?”
Maria successfully made Mr. Wilson more irritated.
“Bard, what are you waiting for?” Mr. Wilson asked impatiently.
“Miss Jocelyn is actually in the room. She doesn’t seem to be doing well. Master, do you still want to kick her out?”
Bard moved his body away and exposed Jocelyn to everyone.
At this moment, Jocelyn was curled up on the ground with a burning face. Her hair was wet from the sweat and her lips were pale.
She looked extremely weak and fragile, and there were injuries on her face.
She looked like she had just been beaten up.
If they kicked such a Jocelyn out of the Wilson family, the Wilson family would definitely be looked down upon by everyone.
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The reporters who were like bloodsucking bugs would definitely make a big deal out of it.
They would think Jocelyn was abused and left the Wilson family on her own accord, and not because of her bad character.
Unable to punish Jocelyn just yet, Mr. Wilson was flushed with anger.
He could kick Jocelyn out, but not while she was covered in wounds.
“Forget it, call the family doctor over.” Mr. Wilson waved his hand to call Bard back.
His waist was hurting more and more. He had to get the family doctor to come over and take a look at him to see if it was broken.
Mr. Wilson placed his hand on his waist and wanted to move to his room. However, he had just taken a step when he felt the wound on his waist. He couldn’t help but gasp.
Maria, who Mr. Wilson regarded as a sweetheart, suddenly grabbed his arm, ignoring the pain he was suffering from.
The grab caused Mr. Wilson to shout in pain again.
“Daddy, how can you go back on your word?” Maria questioned unhappily.
He was about to kick Jocelyn out, right? Why did he take back his order all of a sudden?
Looking at the suppressed anger on Mr. Wilson’s face, Mrs. Wilson thought to herself, “Oh no.” She quickly stopped Maria from continuing.
“That’s enough, Maria. Your father is injured and he needs to rest. We can talk about it when he recovers.”
Mrs. Wilson gave Maria a look.
Maria had to give in unwillingly.
After all, when Mr. Wilson got angry, he was simply too terrifying.
Maria shrunk her neck and smiled obediently at Mr. WIlson.
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“Daddy, did I hurt you just now? Let me rub it for you.”
Maria placed her hand on Mr. Wilson’s waist and gently massaged it.
As expected, Mr. Wilson looked a lot better.
“alright, send your father upstairs. We’re waiting for the family doctor to arrive.” Mrs. Wilson smiled again.
From the start to the end, no one cared about Jocelyn at all, who was lying motionlessly on the floor..