Ophelia Gets Thrown Out (Ophelia) novel Chapter 217

217.Chapter 217

217.Chapter 217

“Mr. Caldwell, the police have been called. They’ll be here soon,” Ryan reported, his face grim.

‘These idiots must have a death wish. Messing with Ophelia, and getting busted by Mr. Caldwell himself? They’re about to get wrecked, Ryan thought.

“Make sure someone takes care of this. None of them better show their faces in Dunhollow again,” Alaric said, his voice cold as ice and his stare enough to freeze blood.

“Yes, sir,” Ryan replied respectfully.

After a cold glance, Alaric told Ryan, “Take us to the hospital.”

Ophelia needed to get her wounds looked at, fast.

Ryan nodded, barked a few orders, then pulled open the car door for Alaric and Ophelia.

Once everyone was in, they sped off toward the hospital.

Emergency room, hospital.

Once Ophelia’s wounds were taken care of, she guided Alaric over and sat him down on the exam table.

“Hey, what’s this about?” Alaric asked, his eyes narrowing, voice low and serious.

“I’m treating your injuries,” Ophelia replied, shooting him a look. ‘Does he seriously think he doesn’t need to get checked out?’ she thought.

Getting whacked with a baseball bat and not having any broken bones? That was pure luck.

Seeing her stubborn little face, Alaric couldn’t help but give in. “Alright, I’ll do whatever you say, Ophelia.”

“Can you be serious for once?” Ophelia huffed, giving him a quick smack on the arm. ‘He’s injured, he needs to get treated. What’s with the “I’ll do whatever you say” nonsense?’ she thought.

Just her luck, her hand landed right on his injury. Alaric’s face twisted in pain, “Ah!”

“Sorry, did I hit your wound?” Ophelia asked, looking a bit awkward, her voice apologetic.

It wasn’t on purpose. If only he’d stop with the smart remarks.

“Ophelia, are you feeling sorry for me?” Alaric asked, his eyes lighting up as he looked at her, a playful smirk on his face. “If that’s the case, then getting hit was totally worth it.”

Ophelia’s lips twitched. ‘Seriously, he can’t be serious for more than three seconds, she thought.

“No,” Ophelia shot back, rolling her eyes. “I’m just annoyed they didn’t hit you harder.”

“Ophelia, could you really be that heartless?” Alaric looked at her, all sad and pathetic, milking it for all it was worth.” Ophelia, it seriously hurts, you know.”

Ophelia took a deep breath, trying not to lose it.

She knew it had to hurt, but he was being so dramatic, she just couldn’t argue with him right now.

It was obvious Alaric was just playing the victim, hoping she’d feel sorry for him.

If he hadn’t gotten hurt saving her, she would’ve ditched him without a second thought.

“Let’s just get your injuries looked at,” Ophelia said, choosing to ignore his flair for drama.

“I want you to be the one to treat me, Ophelia,” Alaric insisted, grabbing her hand and making it clear he wouldn’t let anyone else touch him unless she did it herself,

“But aren’t there doctors for this…” Ophelia began, only to realize the doctor and nurse had vanished without a trace.

Ophelia’s lips twitched in exasperation; she couldn’t help but feel totally defeated.

‘He’s obviously doing this on purpose. Now he’s just trying to stick to me like glue, Ophelia thought.

“Ophelia, see? Nobody else even cares about me. You’re all I’ve got,” Alaric put on his best pitiful act, but the delight in his eyes was barely concealed.

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