Chapter 152
This almost pleading tone made Bianca's nose tingle with emotion. She nodded firmly: "Yes, I promise you."
Just then, there was a polite knock on the hospital room door, followed by Barry's voice: "Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, several school officials are here and would like to apologize to Mrs. Anderson in person."
Terrence frowned slightly, clearly not wanting anyone to disturb Bianca's rest. But Bianca gently squeezed his hand: "Let them in. There are some things I'd like to say to them face to face."
Terrence looked at her, and seeing her determined expression, he nodded and said to the door: "Come in."
The hospital room door opened, and several school leaders, led by the vice principal, walked in, their faces showing anxiety and remorse.
The vice principal was even carrying an expensive fruit basket and health supplements.
"Mr. Anderson." The vice principal's attitude was extremely respectful, even somewhat fearful.
"We are deeply sorry that something like this happened. It was our security and organizational oversight that allowed Ms. Rodriguez to get injured during the anniversary celebration. We will definitely investigate thoroughly and hold the responsible parties accountable!"
The other leaders quickly chimed in with sincere words.
Bianca leaned against the headboard, her face still quite pale, but her expression was calm. She waited for them to finish before speaking slowly, "Thank you for coming to see me. An investigation is certainly necessary, but there are some details I'd like to clarify directly, which might help you find the source of the problem more quickly."
Her gaze swept calmly over them: "Where I fell, the carpet had been tampered with. Someone probably used clear tape or something else to create a bump underneath. And before I went to the sign-in desk, Blair Ember, the team leader of the reception team, specifically changed my original assignment from receiving guests at the main entrance to receiving the sponsor, Mr. Smith, at the side entrance, which required passing through that spot."
"Before that, Blair and I had some personal conflicts. She had repeatedly used her position as team leader to deliberately make things difficult for me during reception team training. Other team members can testify to this."
"Also, my process of joining the reception team wasn't smooth either."
Bianca's gaze fell on the student advisor, her tone still steady but carrying invisible pressure. "I remember that after I submitted my application, it went nowhere. When I went to ask about it, he initially rejected me, saying my appearance was too ordinary and didn't meet the standards. After I showed him my gold medal certificate from the International Etiquette Competition, he changed his tune and hinted that I should give up. It wasn't until I insisted on speaking to someone higher up that he finally gave me a spot."
When she finished speaking, the hospital room fell into dead silence.
The student advisor's forehead was already covered in cold sweat. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but under Terrence's suddenly cold gaze, all his words died in his throat.
The vice principal and the others' faces also turned ashen.
They hadn't expected there to be such hidden details behind the incident.
"This... we will definitely investigate thoroughly and handle it seriously." The vice principal, breaking into a cold sweat, quickly promised, then couldn't help but glance at Terrence, somewhat uncertain how to proceed.
Terrence stood up, his tall figure bringing a strong sense of oppression.
He walked to Bianca's bedside. "The investigation is your business. I'm here today to make a few things clear."
His gaze swept over the silent people before him. "Bianca is my legal wife. We registered our marriage long ago. She is the rightful Mrs. Anderson."
Legal wife! Mrs. Anderson!
These words struck like thunder in everyone's hearts.
They were shocked beyond words.
Who would have thought that this low-key Ms. Rodriguez was actually the rightful lady of the Anderson family!
Terrence's voice grew colder: "My wife is not for anyone to question or bully, especially those ridiculous clowns."
The vice principal and others felt a chill run down their spines.
Blair, who had been posing as Mr. Anderson's girlfriend at school, had been putting on a ridiculous charade all along.
And they had all, to varying degrees, shown some disrespect to Bianca because of those rumors.
"Today's incident, and all the previous injustices and malice directed at my wife, I expect you to give me a satisfactory resolution."
Terrence paused slightly, his deep eyes showing no warmth whatsoever. "Otherwise, I don't mind seeking justice for her myself."
Outside the hospital room door.
Blair leaned against the cold wall, her fingertips digging hard into her palms, not even noticing her newly done nails breaking.
She had quietly followed behind the school leaders, intending to find an opportunity to go in and put on another show of sisterly affection, but she never expected to hear such words.
"...Bianca is my legal wife."
Legal wife.
Mrs. Anderson.
Each sentence was like a poisoned needle, piercing her eardrums and shattering all her self-deceptive fantasies.
Now that Terrence had suddenly revealed Bianca's identity publicly, didn't that mean all her lies were exposed!
Embarrassment and anger burned her cheeks, making them sting painfully.
Why? What right did that bitch Bianca have!
Someone she had trampled underfoot since childhood—what right did she have to win Terrence and be publicly protected by him like this?
She didn't believe Terrence truly loved Bianca. If he really loved her, why hadn't he made it public before? Bianca must have used some underhanded means to force him into marriage. Terrence didn't like her at all, which was why he hadn't wanted people to know.
Yes, that must be it!
Blair desperately made excuses for herself, but deep down, a cold voice mocked her self-deception.
If he didn't love her, what about that undisguised heartache and anxiety in Terrence's eyes earlier?
Just as she was consumed with resentment, the hospital room door suddenly opened from inside.
Barry's expressionless face appeared in the doorway, his gaze landing precisely on her.
"Ms. Ember, Mr. Anderson requests your presence."
Blair's whole body stiffened. She instinctively wanted to flee, but Barry had already stepped aside in a gesture of invitation, and two black-suited bodyguards who had appeared from nowhere silently blocked her escape route.
She could only steel herself, compose her expression, and force out a pitiful look of concern before walking into the hospital room.
As soon as she entered, the strong smell of disinfectant mixed with the fresh scent of the expensive fruit basket hit her.
Under the bright lights, Bianca was half-reclined on the luxurious hospital bed, her right foot in a brace, her knee wrapped in gauze, her face completely pale, yet her eyes were clear and bright, quietly watching her.
And Terrence sat in the chair beside the bed. Even just sitting casually, his upright posture and the cold aura emanating from him were enough to lower the temperature of the entire room.
He didn't even give Blair a single glance. All his attention was on Bianca as he carefully pulled up the blanket that had slipped down.
This scene stung Blair's eyes painfully.