Chapter 592: Chapter 592

Patricia groaned in anguish, her face full of fear and frustration. “Ellinor, why did you push me?”

Haillie was taken aback, shooting Ellinor an angry look “It’s you again, Ellinor! You wicked woman, why are you always picking on Patricia?”

Ellinor stood quielly to the side, responding to Patricia’s accusation and Haillie’s reproach with just a laugh.

Was this because Patricia had urgently asked her to see her birthday present earlier but failed?

Haillie carefully helped Patricia sit up “Patricia, how are you feeling? Where did you fall?”

Patricia looked at her with teary eyes. “Haillie, my foot hurts.”

“Your foot hurts? Oh no, did you break it? What should we do?”

Haillie hurriedly examined Patricia’s foot but couldn’t tell what was wrong. She cast a worried glance at Ellinor and noticed the sneer on her face.

“Ellinor, how can you still laugh? Have you no humanity? Patricia never provoked you; she even invited you to her performance, but you pushed her! You vile woman, if anything happens to Patricia’s foot, Balfour won’t let you off!”

Ellinor replied nonchalantly. “Do you have any evidence that I pushed her?”

Haillie retorted angrily. “I was there. I’m a witness! Ellinor, if you didn’t push her, would Patricia throw herself down the stairs? Do you know how long Patricia practiced for today’s performance? She wouldn’t risk injuring herself before going on stage.”

Ellinor chuckled coldly, “We’ll see about that!”

Patricia weakly tugged at Haillie’s arm, ‘Enough, Haillie. You can’t reason with her. Help me up; I think I can still perform.”

Haillie shot Ellinor a glare before trying to help Patricia to her feet.

Patricia tried to stand but couldn’t and she fell back to the floor in pain, “Ah! It hurts.”

“Patricial What’s wrong?”

“I can’t stand up”

“What? What do we do?”

“What’s going on?” Balfour’s voice suddenly rang out, and his footsteps got closer.

Hearing Balfour’s voice, Haillie lifted her head, “Balfour, you’re just in time! Ellinor pushed Patricia down the stairs just now. She’s been complaining about her foot hunting: I’m worried she might have fractured it.”

On hearing this, Balfour quickened his pace, rushing over to help Patricia up, “Patri, what happened?”

Patricia’s voice was weak and she was trying hard to hold back tears so as not to ruin her makeup, “Balfour, I’m fine. It’s just a bit of pain in my foot. Balfour, can you help me up? I still need to perform for Grandpa.”

Balfour frowned with concern, “You can’t even stand up and you want to perform? Listen to me, let’s have your foot checked first.”

With that, he scooped Patricia up in his arms, turning his head to issue a stern command, “Quinton, call the family doctor!”