Chapter 257

Rosalie’s throat hurt as she nodded with great difficulty.

Theodore suddenly grunted, about to collapse. She hurriedly reached

out to hold him.

“I’ll help you back to your room. Don’t stay here any longer,” she said.

Theodore didn’t want her to worry. Together with Rosalie’s help, he mustered all his strength to

stand. They returned to the room and shut the door, and neither of them came out even after a long

time had passed.

Anthony stole a quick glance at the door before leaving.

He went to a secluded corner, and pulled his phone out to dial a number. Very soon, the other party

answered the call.

An old yet authoritative voice rang. “Well?”

“Madam, things have become rather messy.”

Anthony told Rebecca everything he saw.

After he was done, Rebecca nodded and said, “I got it.”

She seemed to have expected things to progress this way.

“Inform me once anything happens.”

Anthony nodded. “Yes, Madam Jarvis.”

After hanging up, Rebecca put her phone aside and leaned back. against the lounge chair. She

sighed, “Some illnesses really require a strong dose of medication.”

Theodore’s back injury looked worse. The bruise seemed to have deepened in color, and he could

hardly walk. He couldn’t even get out of the bed.

Rosalie ate dinner with Theodore in his room.

To prevent Theodore from leaning back out of habit, Rosalie didn’t let him sit on a chair with a back.

Instead, she made him sit along the bedside where he couldn’t lean back

She sat next to him, and served him the food to prevent him from further straining his back.

“Eat more. It’ll help with recovery,” she advised.

Theodore stared at the small mountain of food before him, and lifted his spoon. He scooped up

some food, and was about to bring it to his mouth with the spoon dropped on the table.

Theodore’s hands slumped weakly back down and he grunted in pain, his brows furrowed. He

seemed to have strained his back, and pain was etched all over his face.

Rosalie immediately put her spoon down. “What happened? Is your back hurting again?”

Theodore nodded. “Yes. It hurts whenever I move.”

He looked pitifully at her, his eyes glistening. Somehow, that made him look alluring.

Theodore’s handsome face and outstanding aura made him look

good even when he was at his worst. In fact, even his grimace was captivating.

Anyone would prove to be defenseless against his face. That was especially so now while he was

injured. His pale, frail appearance and pitiful eyes broke through Rosalie’s defenses. She didn’t

doubt his.

words at all.

“What should we do now? Why don’t I take you to the hospital and let the doctor check on you?

Perhaps I didn’t apply the medication correctly, or I might have bandaged you too tightly,” Rosalie

said in a panic.

“It’s not because of what you did,” Theodore said as he shifted his body. “I don’t feel comfortable in

my clothes. It keeps rubbing against the wound.”

He was currently wearing a white shirt.

“Let me remove your shirt, then,” Rosalie suggested.

Theodore seemed to be waiting for her to say that.

He nodded, his brows slightly furrowed as he said with feigned helplessness, “Guess that’s the only

thing we can do now.”

He looked reluctant to remove his shirt, but he had no choice. He lifted his hands to unbutton his

shirt, but the moment he did so, he grunted in pain and his hands slumped to his side once more.

Sighing, he lamented pitifully, “It hurts.”