Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Don't worry,I'm pretty strong

Chapter 141: Don’t worry,I’m pretty strong

“Katherine, please believe me!” Aria sat at her vanity, resting her forehead on her hands, her voice lowered, “I have a good read on men, and he’s really dangerous.”

She had emergency contraception in front of her, which she had picked up from the pharmacy that morning.

Just thinking about the scene made her blush with embarrassment.

But Aria didn’t dare not take it.

After she returned to her room last night, she spent a long time in the bathroom, frightened by the amount of semen left inside her.

On the other end of the phone, Katherine’s voice was icy: “Okay, I got it. I’m still busy right now, we’ll talk later.”

“But—” Aria started to say.

“Enough.” Katherine’s tone grew angrier: “It’s always like this with you, I’m really tired of it. Can’t you stop overthinking things?”

With that, the line went dead with a beep.

Aria stared at the phone in her hand, then slammed it down on the vanity, covering her eyes with her hands, her shoulders shaking. In just a moment, tears seeped through her fingers.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Sob.”

Aria’s crying grew louder, her pretty cheeks streaked with tears.

She rested her forehead on her hands, crying silently.

There’s no greater injustice than giving your all for someone and not being understood.

Aria thought about how she had been threatened by that man last night, even performing oral sex on him, all for Katherine’s sake, and now Katherine was treating her like she was just meddling.

At that moment, she didn’t know whether to hate Ethan, or Katherine for her lack of understanding, for not trusting her.

“Sob—sob.”

Aria buried her head in the vanity and wept.

Meanwhile.

After hanging up the phone, Katherine leaned back in the driver’s seat, her expression full of helplessness, surrounded by the statements she had just recorded.

She had a lot of complicated work to deal with, and here was Aria, disturbing her with her paranoia.

Katherine rubbed her temples, looking at her phone screen with a pained expression.

She felt she had been too harsh just now.

But every time a man appeared around her, Aria showed hostility, and this time, she was even jealous of a high school student.

Even outright calling him dangerous.

Katherine knew Aria had special feelings for her, but she couldn’t reciprocate.

Should she call her back?

Katherine held her phone, hesitating.

“Katherine.” Ethan’s voice came from beside her, his expression awkward: “Is it Miss Aria? Sorry, I think I caused her misunderstanding. I’ll explain everything to her tonight.”

“It’s okay.” Katherine saw Ethan’s understanding side and couldn’t help but compare him to Aria.

Compared to him, Aria, though an adult, acted like a child who never grew up.

“Are you tired? Do you need to rest?” Katherine put away her phone, deciding not to message her back for now. Aria had always been a bit neurotic.

It was getting on her nerves.

“Ah, no worries, I’ll just sort out these documents first.” Ethan sat in the passenger seat, picking up the testimonies they had collected from the victims today, and began to organize them diligently.

Katherine watched his serious expression, thinking how they say a man who is focused can be very charming.

To her, Ethan was just a kid, of course not charming in that sense, but despite being seriously ill, he was tirelessly helping her with the paperwork.

Katherine’s work was complex and involved battling powerful figures, which sounded cool.

But in reality, most people steered clear of such challenges.

This boy was helping her out of sheer passion.

The more Katherine observed Ethan, the more her heart went out to him.

Especially when compared to the neurotic Aria.

“Ah,” Katherine sighed softly, wondering why there was such a big difference.

“Let’s do this together.”

Katherine perked up, working alongside Ethan.

The tedious work became much smoother with someone to help, and her irritation eased a bit.

Time passed until the sun set, draping the sky in a veil of red.

Ethan looked up, rubbing his sore neck after sorting documents in the car for three hours.

He had only intended to pretend, not expecting Katherine to be such a workaholic, but he played along for the sake of maintaining his image.

Katherine noticed his discomfort, looked outside at the setting sun, and realized how much time had passed.

Seeing Ethan’s tired expression, she showed a look of apology: “Sorry, I often lose track of time when I’m working.”

Katherine gathered the organized documents, buckled up again: “Let’s go have some dinner. I know a nice French restaurant.”

“It’s okay,” Ethan waved his hand: “Just some bread will do, I haven’t finished organizing these yet.”

“No,” Katherine’s eyes softened, “At your age, you should eat something substantial.”

She found herself increasingly fond of this young man.

Just then, her phone suddenly rang.

Katherine answered it, and after a few words, her face turned pale: “I’ll be right there!”

“Katherine, what’s wrong?” Ethan frowned.

“We need to go to the hospital.” Katherine’s face was grim as she started the car.

The car drove through the city’s vibrant night lights.

Katherine and Ethan entered Capitol City Hospital and arrived at the surgery room, which was already crowded.

Katherine hurried to the door, facing a middle-aged man with a tense expression: “Minister Carter, how is Lucas?”

Minister Carter, serious and in his forties, looked grim: “Lucas was attacked from behind with a baseball bat on his way home from work. His hands are fractured, but his life isn’t in danger. There were no cameras on that small road, and the police are investigating.”

“Attacked from behind?” Katherine looked towards the surgery room, only seeing the ‘In Surgery’ sign.

Her face turned sour, and after a moment she asked, “The work of a gang? Is it because of the case I’m handling?”

“We don’t know yet, he was also handling cases involving gangs,” Minister Carter’s face darkened. “These guys, daring to attack a prosecutor, whoever they are, I’ll make them pay!”

Katherine clenched her fists, sitting back down on a metal chair.

Then, a cup of water was handed to her.

Ethan’s expression was calm: “Katherine, have some water.”

Katherine looked up into Ethan’s sincere eyes, silently taking the cup: “Thank you.”

Ethan sat down beside her, his gaze firm: “Don’t worry, Katherine, whatever happens, I’ll protect you.”

Katherine looked up, surprised: “Aren’t you afraid? You said, even psychics fear guns, and we’re dealing with an organized crime group.”

“Of course, I’m scared,” Ethan tapped his thigh, “Honestly, I’m still shaking.”

As he spoke, his eyes grew resolute: “But if everyone stays silent, the truth will forever remain in the dark. Katherine, you’re the hero who speaks out, so if anyone wants to harm you, they’ll have to step over my dead body.”

Hearing this, Katherine’s eyes suddenly welled up, and she patted his head: “Stop trying to be a hero. If it gets dangerous, you must protect yourself first.”

“Don’t worry,” Ethan pointed to himself, “I’m pretty strong.”

Confidence flashed in his eyes.

True to the Salvatore name, he was efficient in his actions.