Chapter 558:
The blood from Linsey’s wound had already dried, making future medical attention more difficult.
With a weak smile, Linsey responded, “Really, it’s okay.”
She then turned to Millie, her eyes filled with genuine thanks, and said, “Millie, I can’t thank you enough for tonight. Without you, I wouldn’t have cleared my name or stood my ground.”
Millie chuckled and replied, “Oh, it was nothing! It felt like payback for what Carol did to me. I thought you gave in. When you shared your plan, supporting you was a no-brainer!”
Observing the hotel staff clearing the area, Linsey looked uncertain and murmured, “I wonder if the Lawson family will blame the hotel for tonight’s events. If they do, I’ll handle any compensation claims.”
Before Linsey could say more, Millie placed a finger on her lips and softly said, “No need to worry, my family has a stake in this hotel. They can’t really push us around.”
This leverage was crucial for their successful collaboration earlier.
Realization dawned on Linsey.
That explained why the hotel staff had been so compliant with Millie’s commands.
That was the reason.
Above all, Linsey felt deeply thankful for Millie’s support that day.
“Don’t be so formal. I like you. Just invite me out for dinner sometime as your way of saying thanks,” Millie said, smiling as she patted Linsey’s shoulder.
Linsey nodded without hesitation. “Sure thing.”
“Come on, we need to get you to a doctor,” Millie said, gently guiding Linsey forward, mindful of her tender sprained ankle. “We can’t let this wait, or it will take a while to heal.”
At that moment, the sharp ring of Linsey’s phone cut through the air.
She paused to answer it, taken aback to see Dustin’s name on the screen.
With a quirk of her eyebrow, she took the call.
“Linsey!” Dustin’s voice rang out, laced with panic and on the verge of tears. “I’m sorry for not getting back to you sooner. I missed your messages while I was caught up. Are you okay? I’ve been an idiot, and it’s all because of Collin—”
Linsey had barely processed his apology when another voice interrupted.
“Where are you, Linsey?” Collin’s voice came through, rough with concern and unmistakable remorse.
Caught off guard, Linsey replied, “Aren’t you supposed to be away on business in the next city over?”
From the other side, Collin’s response was choked with emotion. “Sweetie, I’m sorry. There was trouble with the Lawsons tonight, and I wasn’t there to support you.”
He continued anxiously, “Are you still at the venue? How’s your ankle holding up? Did anyone from the Lawson family bother you?”
As Linsey absorbed Collin’s concerned questions, a sudden rush of sadness swelled inside her, causing her nose to tingle.
She bowed her head and let out a soft sniffle, unable to contain her emotions.
Why did the sound of Collin’s voice suddenly make everything feel so emotional?
