Chapter 374 Why Did William Take Off His Clothes?
"William, didn't I tell you to get cleaned up, strip down, and wait for me in bed?" When Thalia got home and didn't find anyone in the bedroom, she went looking for him in the study with a cold expression.
She rushed in and pushed the door open, only to see William standing in the middle of the study with his phone, taking a call.
Thalia was puzzled.
Whose call was it?
Did they hear everything she just said?
William looked at Thalia's embarrassed face and couldn't help but laugh. "I'll bring Thalia home for dinner tomorrow. You should get some rest."
Thalia was stunned. "Your dad?"
William walked past Thalia without answering her question.
Thalia added, "Was that your dad?"
William still didn't say anything.
Thalia followed him step by step all the way to the bedroom. As soon as they entered the living room door, William crossed his hands at his waist and pulled off his loungewear.
Thalia was startled. Why was he taking off his clothes?
Not answering questions and just stripping?
Had he lost his mind?
The man casually tossed his loungewear onto the living room sofa. Just one door away, a few more steps, and they'd be in the bedroom.
Thalia clearly felt the atmosphere getting weird. He wouldn't...
No, she shouldn't stay here.
"Thalia, if you dare run, I'll break your legs."
"I'm going downstairs for some water. I just spent so long confronting those people, I'm tired."
"Really?"
Ten minutes of talking, twenty minutes of beating people up—no matter how you looked at it, the security guard doing the beating should be more tired.
"Yes, why would I lie to you?"
Thalia had just turned around, trying to escape the living room, when William strode over, grabbed her, and pulled her down onto the sofa. "I thought you'd be disappointed coming home and not finding me in bed. You want to run before I even start making it up to you?"
"Who's running? Am I that kind of person? Stop making things up!"
"You're not? Good."
"Let's take care of business first."
"I want some water."
"No rush. Your throat will get hoarse later anyway. Save it and drink together."
Thalia was speechless.
All the traps she'd avoided in the first half of her life—she was going to fall for all of them in the second half, thanks to William.
.........
"Isn't that Michael? What happened? Did someone beat him up?"
Raymond had been hanging around Aurora Tower lately. His reason for staying there was simple—people who wanted to cause trouble didn't dare do it there. As long as he remained a customer, he was absolutely safe.
He just didn't expect to run into Michael here. Right now, Michael was leaning on his knees, covered in injuries, limping out of an alley. Although his days in Regal City hadn't been easy, no one had dared to openly attack him. Who would've thought he'd end up like this in Emerald City? Had he offended someone, he shouldn't have?
How interesting.
He loved seeing those heirs from Regal City getting knocked down a peg in Emerald City.
"Want me to help you out? Take you to the hospital? Those injuries might be internal. If you don't get treatment in time, you might just lie down at home and never wake up."
"Raymond, wipe that smile off your face."
Raymond made a sound of acknowledgment and rubbed his cheeks. "I thought I was holding back pretty well. Didn't realize it was that obvious. Did I hurt your feelings?"
Michael couldn't be bothered to talk to him.
He leaned against the wall, walked past him, and went to the roadside to hail a cab.
Raymond stood next to him with his arms crossed, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Look at yourself. What cab driver would dare pick you up?"
"Cab drivers are just working-class people trying to make a living. If you die in their car, their whole life's work goes down the drain."
"How pathetic! Why don't you just go back to Regal City? Life there might not be great, but at least no one dares lay a hand on you. Look at yourself now—how scary." Raymond shook his head while walking to the roadside and opening his car door.
The car pulled up beside Michael. "Get in. I'm only saying this once. If you don't, I'm leaving."
Michael knew he wouldn't be able to get a cab tonight, so he opened the passenger door and got in.
"A car that even the servants at home wouldn't want—and now it's your ride?" Michael mocked.
"Better than you covered in blood, unable to get a cab, right?"
"Your life's hanging by a thread, and you're still being picky."
"Where to?" Raymond didn't give Michael a chance to respond, just kept talking.
"The Jimenez Mansion."
"Going back for comfort? Aren't you afraid your grandma will hurt you again?"
Eileen wasn't a good person—everyone in Regal City knew that. She was ruthless not just to others, but to her own family too.
Absolutely heartless.
"Just take me there."
Raymond wasn't that kind-hearted. He'd said his piece—if the other person didn't want to hear it, he had no interest in continuing. After all, whether Michael lived or died had nothing to do with him.
"Mr. Jimenez, what happened to you?" Stefan heard knocking and got up to open the door. The moment he opened it, Michael, covered in blood, collapsed inside.
If Stefan hadn't caught him quickly, he would have fallen.
"What happened to you?"
"Someone beat me up."
Steven looked at him with murderous intent in his eyes. "William. You went to find him?"
"How would I be qualified to go find him? We ran into each other while drinking." As Michael denied it, Steven seemed to catch a faint smell of alcohol on him.
"William is going too far."
"Stefan, take him to the hospital," Steven spoke up in time, cutting off Eileen's words.
"You're just going to let him bully the Jimenezes like this?"
Steven's expression darkened. "Don't forget why we came here. We're not here to make enemies with him. If we really wanted to become his enemies, why would we go through all this trouble to come to Emerald City?"
"So we just have to take it and let people bully us?"
"Do you have a better option?"
"If there's no better solution right now, we can only endure it." Steven's stern gaze fixed on her, making Eileen not dare to argue further.
Stefan took him to the hospital. On the way, Michael sat in the back seat, breathing unevenly.
Stefan considered carefully before speaking. "Mr. Jimenez, those injuries aren't from Mr. Brown, are they?"
Based on his understanding of William, that man wouldn't bother fighting with Michael.
"What do you mean?" Michael asked back.
"Exactly what I said. You understand."