Chapter 800
Timothy was dressed in a white shirt and black pants. The languid look in his eyes had been replaced with one that was weighed down by extreme exhaustion.
After closing the ward door behind her, Genevieve chatted with Timothy in the corridor.
“Cooper told me everything in the afternoon.” Timothy unbuttoned his collar to relieve his breath. “If you need anything, just let me know.”
Genevieve replied, “Harry has suffered from a mild concussion but will be fine with some rest.”
Observing Timothy briefly, she lowered her voice and asked, “What happened at the club?”
“I don't remember anything.” Knitting his brows, Timothy explained in an agonizing tone, “That night, I felt inexplicably frustrated and reserved a private room for myself to drink. Even though I had a little too much, I was sure I was sober when I left....”
However, after he ran into the woman named Mindy who said something to him, his memory from how they went to the hotel until he awoke the next morning was nothing but a blur.
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't recall the events.
Nonetheless, the surveillance feeds from the club and the hotel, together with the naked woman in bed with him when he woke up were impossible to refute.
If it was anytime in the past, he would have readily admitted his mistake, for he was, after all, no longer a child. Unfortunately, it had never crossed his mind that the photo Mindy took would go viral on social media with such ferocity.
Consumed by panic, he planned to hire someone to suppress the matter so that Johanna wouldn't see it.
Little did he expect Cooper to have told her about it. Before he was even awake, Johanna had already seen the pictures.
Genevieve reminded coldly, “Timothy, haven't you already noticed that Jojo wouldn't go out with someone of the opposite sex even if she was upset from arguing with you? The last time both of you fought, she dragged me out to drink at the club. It wasn't until you arrived that she flirted with the two men just to get on your nerves. When Coop checked with the staff at the club and hotel, all of them commented that you had your wits with you and didn't look drugged. This is all your fault for having no selfdiscipline at all.”
Timothy's expression turned grim as he moved his lips in an attempt to defend himself.
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