Ernesto Scott spoke sternly to Oliver Scott, seeming indifferent, but rushed to the hospital within half an hour upon receiving the news.
At that ti, Oliver had just seen the doctor and was preparing to treat the wounds when the door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang".
Everyone inside was startled.
Ernesto had a dark expression, and upon seeing Oliver covered in injuries, his face turned as dark as could be, he coldly asked, "What happened? Who was so blind as to hit you?"
The attending doctor adjusted his glasses, maintaining a calm deanor that suggested he had seen it all, "Don’t ask, this kid won’t say."
"Won’t say?" Ernesto slightly furrowed his brow, scrutinizing Oliver as he paced over, examining him, "Do you have sothing on them?"
"..."
Oliver, who was being examined by the doctor, was sweating profusely from the pain, his lips pale. Seeing Ernesto’s worried face, he lightly pursed his lips and said nothing.
Seeing him silent, Ernesto’s anger suddenly turned into suspicion about Oliver.
Obviously, Oliver himself had been beaten, yet still stubbornly refused to speak...
Could it be Oliver’s guilty conscience?
Ernesto glared at him, "Did you make so girl’s belly swell?"
"Wouldn’t be impossible." The doctor glanced at Oliver’s face, the kind that girls find charming, and said coolly, "Kids these days..."
"..." Oliver gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and resolutely denied, "No!"
"Then what trouble did you get into outside?" Ernesto rolled up his sleeves angrily.
"I-didn’t-get into-trouble."
Oliver enunciated each word.
"You didn’t get into trouble, are you stupid, covering for soone?" Ernesto said irritably, "Your actions, if not guilty, then what are they?"
"..."
Oliver was crushed, lowering his head and hitting the table, pretending to be dead.
He was sensitive and delicate in mind, if it were normal tis, facing Ernesto’s frequent questioning, he would definitely clash with Ernesto, but now... he had no energy due to the pain.
The attending doctor was definitely stone-hearted, just the examination of his injuries nearly took half his life.
After the examination, seeing his miserable state, the doctor calmly said, "Let’s take a picture first."
Oliver: "..."
...
Oliver brought it upon himself.
As an injured patient, not only did he not receive proper care but also faced continuous questioning from his father.
When Pedro Langley took him to get an X-ray, Oliver overheard Ernesto asking Marcus Shaw—
"Does Oliver have a girlfriend?"
"Does he stay out overnight often?"
"Does he have friends who are delinquents?"
"Tell uncle the truth, I swear I won’t beat him to death."
...
Oliver decided to close himself off.
"Your sister is very angry, have a good talk with her later," Pedro Langley held the note, one hand in his pocket, walking next to Oliver, gently advising, "Try to make her happy."
"Huh?"
Oliver lifted his eyes.
Then, eting Pedro’s calm gaze, he nodded slightly, "Mm."
After a few steps, he lowered his voice, feeling sowhat guilty, "Sorry, for worrying everyone."
"It’s your sister who’s worried," Pedro said.
Oliver looked at him curiously.
Pedro spoke calmly, "She was the first to confirm you weren’t running away."
Oliver was slightly shocked.
Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion spread in his chest.
It really seed to be the case.
Whether it was Marcus or himself, Nora Scott always seed to have a natural trust.
Despite not spending much ti with them, Nora seed capable of imdiately seeing what kind of person they were and judging what things they would and wouldn’t do.
A mind like a mirror.
Upon learning he wouldn’t speak, Nora neither chose to question further nor bla him.
Even Ernesto would suspect he had done sothing bad outside, leading to his guilty conscience after being beaten, not daring to reveal the truth.
"Sorry."
The emotion churned in his chest, but thinking it over, Oliver could only say these two words.
"It has nothing to do with ." Pedro glanced at him, paused briefly, and added very calmly, "But your sister’s ability might be far greater than you think. Talk to her if there’s anything."
"..."
Oliver’s eyes flashed slightly.
If it were other matters, Oliver wouldn’t necessarily hide from Nora.
But this ti...
He stayed silent.
*
After the X-ray, it was confird that multiple fractures on his right hand required a plaster cast on one finger and elbow, with a hospital stay for observation for a week.
The other injuries weren’t severe, as long as they were not bone-deep, they could heal with proper care.
After a flurry of activity, by the ti Oliver’s injuries were treated, it was already late at night.
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