Chapter 81 She chuckled teasingly, "Mr. Avila, the wedding is over."

She called him weak?

Facing the woman's disdain, Timothy shook his head helplessly, pretending not to care.

He took off his coat and threw it in the middle of the seat, then unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt to relieve the heat before turning to look at her, "I didn't see Chloe, where did she go?"

At a time like this, it was strange for the two women not to be together.

Lara lowered her eyelashes, "It's none of your business. You're a traitor now, don't pry into my affairs!"

Timothy snorted, "You heartless bitch, don't come crying to me in the future!"

Lara glared at him angrily, lifting her chin in defiance.

Lara angrily removed the diamond flower from her hairpin and threw it at him. "You're making me the laughingstock of the whole city! If I ever consider you a friend again, I'm would be a dog!"

Timothy caught the jewelry being thrown at him, touched his nose, and uncomfortably said, "I didn't do it on purpose. Besides, it was Avila who bullied you. What's the matter with venting your anger on me?"

Lara glared at him. "Why did he suddenly change his mind?"

"..."

Timothy averted his gaze. "He has already arrived in Emberton City. You should ask him yourself. I can't say."

"If you don't tell me, I'll tell the press that we're having an affair!"

Timothy exaggeratedly raised his eyebrows. "You really have no conscience. You would even say such shameless words?"

"So what?"

"You..."

Lara gritted her teeth. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

After hesitating for a moment, Timothy reluctantly said, "What else could it be? It's just the rotten things your dad did back then."

"..."

The expected answer.

But the helplessness that surged in her heart almost drowned her.

Hatred...

It's hatred again!

She thought that by marrying him and giving him the company, the past could be erased.

But it wasn't possible.

Timothy sighed. "You can't blame him for this."

Lara smiled bitterly. "Should I blame myself?"

"..."

Timothy's mood became complicated. Different positions, but no one was really at fault.

Screech~

Suddenly, there was a swift brake, and the tires squealed sharply against the ground.

Caught by surprise, both of them lost their balance and fell forward, but luckily, Timothy, with quick reflexes, caught Lara.

Calming down, Timothy was the first to react. "Are you alright?"

Shaking her head, Lara was still trembling. "I'm fine."

The driver turned around. "Sorry, Timothy, a car suddenly rushed out and blocked the way."

Furious, Timothy asked, "Who's the idiot without eyesight?"

The driver glanced at the license plate and cautiously said, "Looks like Mr. Avila's car."

Timothy was stunned, then pushed open the car door and got out.

From a distance, Lara saw the familiar Pagani, and the man she hadn't seen in almost ten days.

Was it an illusion?

Although he stood her up at the wedding, he seemed angrier than her now.

Avila, though known for his terrible temper, would always at least maintain some etiquette in front of others, even if he ignored them. It was rare to see him neglecting all decorum and letting his anger show so openly.

Lara watched him walk towards them in a sharp and elegant suit, exuding an icy aura. Suddenly, she felt like laughing.

Why on earth

What's up?

The least qualified person to be angry, isn't it him?

As the car door opened, the wind brushed across her cheeks. The temperature was neither hot nor cold, yet a chill ran down her spine.

Lara looked up, a smile that was not quite a smile on her face. "Mr. Avila, long time no see. I hope you've been well?"

Avila's eyes were calm, and his thin lips curved into a commanding tone. "Get out of the car."

Her fair hand rested on her leg, which appeared even whiter and more transparent against the backdrop of her black dress. Her face was the same, delicate, and tinged with a fragile paleness.

"Where are we going?" Lara hooked her mouth, playfully reminding him. "Mr. Avila, the wedding is over, you know?"

Speaking of which, she seemed to recall something. "Oh, look at my memory. The wedding reception has just begun. Mr. Avila, are you going to enjoy the meal?"

She yawned lazily and said, "You know, I've never liked the food at banquets. If you want to eat, go by yourself. Don't bother about me."

Avila stared at her expressionlessly. "Finished talking?"

Lara nodded. "Almost."

"Get out of the car. Don't make me say it a third time!"

"..."

"Where are we going?" She lowered her eyelashes, concealing her anger. "Don't make me ask a third time either!"

There was silence for a few seconds.

Finally, Avila reluctantly gave in. Exhaustion seeped into his voice. "Bella needs a blood transfusion. Come with me to the hospital."

"..."

Lara, who had been bored, stopped fiddling with her long dress with her fingers.

The indifference, mockery, or perhaps the smile she had put on as a façade, all disappeared at that moment.

Only her heart's irregular beat remained.

That was anger.

Raising her gaze, Lara looked directly at the man with a cold and handsome aura. "What happened to her again?"

"She attempted suicide!"

The man almost clenched his teeth as he uttered those two words.

Lara also froze.

Bella, with her strong-willed nature...

Suicide?

How is that possible!

But soon, she understood.

Is it really called suicide when she does it in front of a man? At most, it's seeking sympathy while grossing her out.

What did she say? Bella used what method to keep this man by her side? Turns out it was suicide.

Ha.

A tactic with no technicality whatsoever.

Over the years, Bella had made numerous attempts to live or die, but Mr. Avila cared, and he fell for it.

Looking up at him, Lara sneered, "So, did I encourage her to commit suicide, or did I personally hand her the knife? Mr. Avila, you're so angry and came to interrogate me. What unforgivable crime did I commit?"

Avila stood by the car door, the wind tousling his black short hair, seeming to blow away his indifference. "Blood supplies are desperately needed at American hospitals. We need to transfer blood from elsewhere. It took three days, but it only takes ten hours to return to Emberton City, so I brought her back with me." Avila said.

"..."

Lara curled her fingers slowly, her black pupils reflecting the handsome face of the man.

She tried her best to speak calmly, but her words couldn't suppress the anger that tainted her voice, "Why should I give her blood if she attempted suicide? Do I owe her or do I owe you?"

"Just consider that I will owe you!" Avila replied. He quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the car. "Bella's condition is critical. Come with me to the hospital first, we'll talk about the rest later."

Caught off guard, Lara knelt directly on the hard asphalt while being pulled. "Ouch..."

Avila turned around and saw the mist in her painful eyes.

Without hesitation, he bent down and lifted her horizontally, walking quickly towards the black Pagani.

However, the car door was blocked.

Timothy stopped him with a serious expression.

Throughout their conversation, Timothy had maintained the silence of an onlooker.

Being torn between friends, he was truly in a dilemma.

And now...

Timothy glanced at Lara; her eyes red with tears. He smirked, his face devoid of any smile, and reminded Avila, "Avila, she's injured."

Avila raised his cold gaze, his voice full of coldness, "Do you want to interfere?"