Stepping out of the elevator, Nicholas Croft continued to hold Beatrice Hargrave, ignoring her objections as he briskly walked towards the hotel’s entrance.
As they exited, countless lights flashed at them, and Nicholas Croft didn’t shy away, standing on the hotel steps and waiting for the reporters to take enough photos before stepping down.
While the reporters took pictures, Beatrice Hargrave turned her face into Nicholas Croft’s embrace, avoiding direct exposure.
"Director Croft, has sothing happened to Miss Hargrave?"
"Director Croft..."
Seeing Nicholas Croft being very cooperative today, the reporters eagerly surrounded him with questions. Glancing down at the girl tightly clutching his collar, Nicholas Croft said, "There was a little accident, and I’m taking her to the hospital for a checkup now."
"What about Miss Hannah Hargrave? Why isn’t she with you?"
"She’s inside entertaining friends; her injury isn’t too serious. I can handle it alone." After answering the reporter’s questions, Nicholas Croft said, "Please give us a little space."
The reporters cooperatively made way, and Nicholas Croft walked briskly with Beatrice Hargrave towards his vehicle, with a few reporters closely following and asking, "Director Croft, could you share details about Miss Hargrave’s condition?"
"Oh, she accidentally twisted her ankle."
As they reached the street office, Nicholas Croft’s driver had already brought the extended Rolls-Royce. Nicholas Croft opened the car door with one hand and carried Beatrice Hargrave inside.
Beatrice Hargrave felt that this man was definitely taking advantage of her. Although they were in the car compartnt, he still held her, and sitting on his lap made Beatrice Hargrave a little uncomfortable. She licked her lips and said, "Uncle, can you let sit by myself?"
"Why? Are you uncomfortable?" Nicholas Croft frowned and looked down. "Cough, cough," Beatrice Hargrave awkwardly coughed twice and said, "I’m not a child; I’m an adult. This... seems a bit inappropriate."
Hearing Beatrice Hargrave say that, Nicholas Croft laughed, "Didn’t you say earlier that soone my age could be your uncle? Given that I can be your elder, there’s nothing wrong with an uncle taking his injured niece to the hospital."
Beatrice Hargrave...
Her inner thoughts were speechless; this man, did he have to take advantage so naturally? Even if she was his real niece, an uncle wouldn’t carry his grown-up niece like this, right?
"Why aren’t you saying anything?" Seeing Beatrice Hargrave purse her lips in silence, Nicholas Croft asked with a smile.
"Uncle, although you’re my sister’s boyfriend and sowhat family, there is still a difference between genders. I’m an adult woman, so please respect ."
Beatrice Hargrave began lecturing Nicholas Croft, her serious deanor resembling a little teacher.
Was Nicholas Croft not aware of this truth? It’s just, looking at her little face, he couldn’t help but see her as Sophie Foster. Whether he’s self-centered or deluding himself, seeing her injured made him anxious, and he couldn’t help wanting to be close.
"Alright, I respect you,"
Nicholas Croft said helplessly, then placed Beatrice Hargrave on the seat beside him.
As the luxurious car headed to the hospital, Nicholas Croft concernedly asked, "How do you feel? Has the pain worsened?"
Beatrice Hargrave lowered her head and moved her ankle a little. "It doesn’t hurt anymore; it should be fine," she said, then looked up. "Uncle, send ho; otherwise, my father will worry."
"No, let’s complete the checkup first."
At the hospital, after taking x-rays and doing a checkup, the doctor said there was no serious issue and advised rest at ho for a few days.
Beatrice Hargrave disparaged the doctor countless tis in her mind. After all, she’d just pinched herself—what serious issue could there be? This quack was just trying to charge for checkups!
Although it cost a few hundred bucks, she wasn’t distressed at all, since she wasn’t the one paying.
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