Chapter 842: Telling Lies

Chapter 842: Telling Lies

Although Camille didn't know what had happened, it seemed likely that

Mario was injured. However, the extent of his injuries remained

unknown. The only thing she was certain of was that Sienna was fine

because she was the one who had helped Mario and driven him to the

hospital.

Even so, Camille couldn't shake off her unease.

She furrowed her brow and anxiously looked at Ayan. "Did we get any

news from the hospital?"

Knowing it was Camille, Ayan's people promptly responded, "Mrs.

Simpson, our people have inquired at the hospital, but there was no

information from the emergency department. We even had someone

check the ER, and Mario wasn't there anymore. Given his status, he's

probably staying in a VIP ward. Being in Flento City makes things

difficult for us since we don't have much access."

Camille's face reflected her worry, and she let out a silent sigh, feeling

a sense of despondency.

It wasn't so much that she was concerned about Mario's condition, but

rather about what had actually happened.

Observing Camille's demeanor, Ayan replied in a subdued tone,

assuring her, "Sienna is fine, don't worry, hm?"

"She may be fine, but what about Mario? If Mario is truly injured or

something has happened to him, the King family won't let Sienna off

the hook. Despite their benevolence towards Sienna, she's merely

adopted into the King family. If something happens to Mario while he's

with her, how could the King family possibly forgive her?"

It was this worry that plagued her. Camille had witnessed firsthand the

King family's reproach towards Sienna-a form of emotional and

psychological suppression. Simply because Sienna was adopted by the

King family, they felt they provided her with a meal, a surname-King-

that they believed Sienna could never achieve on her own. The Kings

used this moral coercion, leaving Sienna unable to argue.

Only Mario had treated her well within the King family, but even that

kindness had started to sour, transforming into a form of coercion that

left her suffocating.

The more Camille contemplated Sienna's situation, the more

concerned she became. Calmly weighing her options, she looked at

Ayan and said, "I want to go to the hospital and check on her."

Ayan didn't respond immediately. He maintained a thoughtful silence

before finally adding, "Can we wait a little longer? Let me personally

contact Mario. He had lunch plans with me, but he didn't inform me

whether it could proceed. We'll act as if we're unaware of what

happened and inquire proactively. If we can't reach him, then we'll head

to the hospital. If we can establish contact, it might be best not to rush

to the hospital.”

"But... I'm worried about Sienna.”

"I understand your concern. You know her best and are well aware of

her relationship with the Kings. After this incident, her position within

the family will undoubtedly be difficult. However, you must understand

that if you rush to the hospital to find her, although the King family won't

do anything to her because of you and me, we can't always be by her

side protecting her. When we eventually leave, she'll still have to face

everything alone.”

Ayan was well aware of the intricacies between these aristocratic

families, especially concerning Sienna's status as an adopted daughter,

which held little significance to the King family.

Compared to Mario's standing, there was an immense disparity.

Nevertheless, no matter the circumstances, it was still the King family's

internal affair. Even if they were friends, they couldn't meddle too much.

When Camille heard Ayan's suggestion, she nodded in agreement, and

he immediately dialed Mario's number in her presence.

The call connected quickly, but it wasn't Mario who answered.

It was his secretary.

Ayan had anticipated this from the start, so when Mario's secretary

informed him that Mario had been kept busy and couldn't make it to the

lunch, Ayan merely smiled lightly and said, "Mr. King is being quite

insincere, isn't he? He can't even give me a straightforward refusal by

himself?"

Ayan's insinuation was immediately sensed by Mario's secretary, who

hastened to explain, "Mr. Simpson, please don't misunderstand. Mr.

King never meant it that way. It's just that he's currently occupied with

urgent matters, so he couldn't personally apologize to you. Once he's

done, he'll surely contact you himself. We hope Mr. Simpson can

understand.”

"What could be so important that Mr. King can't even spare a moment

to take a phone call?" Ayan pressed on, adopting a cold and distant

tone. His powerful presence was overwhelming, making it difficult for

the secretary to respond. He continued indifferently, “Is Mr. King looking

down on the Simpson Group and me, which is why he's treating us with

such indifference?"

Ayan's tone was icy, conveying his displeasure quite clearly.

Camille, who was beside him, was slightly taken aback. If she hadn't

witnessed the situation herself, she would have genuinely believed that

Ayan was really pissed off.

A faint smile appeared on her face as she found Ayan somewhat

amusing by pretending like this. The secretary, on the other hand, felt

the pressure due to Ayan's words and became quite uneasy, hastily

explaining, "Mr. Simpson, please don't misunderstand. Mr. King never

meant it that way. Could you wait for a moment? I'll get Mr. King on the

line right away, and he'll personally talk to you."

Ayan agreed.

They ended the call briefly.

Ayan turned to Camille and said, "His secretary should be at the

hospital. If Mario calls me back on his own accord and says he doesn't

have any issues, then you won't have to worry too much, right?"

Camille nodded.

After only five or six minutes, Mario called them back.

It was Mario's voice on the other end of the line, devoid of any

discernible emotion or situation. He spoke politely, "Mr. Simpson, I

apologize for not personally informing you earlier. Something

unexpected came up, and I couldn't join you for the meal. Once I've

resolved the matter, I will personally invite you to Hance City for a

meal."

Naturally, Ayan didn't actually want Mario to treat them to a meal. He

exchanged a few words with Mario before concluding the call.

Ayan didn't actively inquire about what had happened, and Mario

naturally wouldn't voluntarily disclose it either. However, the two

engaged in a verbal dance, each skilled in the art of conversation,

leaving no trace and not giving anyone the slightest information.

After several rounds of conversation, the call ended.

The meal was naturally off the table, but they could at least confirm one

thing-Mario didn't have any major issues; otherwise, he wouldn't have

made the call.

Ayan reassured Camille that they didn't need to worry too much. After

all, they would only leave Flento City the next day, and if anything

happened to Sienna, they would be there today.

Camille stopped dwelling on the matter further, but Ayan still had some

concerns. He decided to pause their work and take Camille out with

him.

Without Sienna accompanying them, Ayan planned to take Camille to

explore some of the older parts of Flento City.

Flento City Hospital, VIP ward.

After ending the call, Mario looked at Sienna, who was sitting beside

him, peeling an apple. His voice held no emotions or indications of his

situation as he calmly asked, "You didn't tell them?"

Sienna naturally knew he had just spoken with Ayan on the phone. She

handed him the peeled apple, her gaze landing coolly on his face,

which was covered by a white bandage around his forehead, now pale

and bloodless due to its white hue, and his overall complexion looking

pale as well.

Seeing him in such a state, Sienna's brow furrowed instantly, her voice

slightly hoarse as she replied, "No, I didn't.”

Mario took the apple, but he didn't rush to eat it. He simply glanced at

her and spoke gently, “You should go back first. Come back at noon.

Mom and Dad will be here, and regarding my injuries, answer as I've

told you. Understand?"

Sienna's complexion paled slightly as she responded, "Why lie? I did it,

so I'll admit it. I don't need you to protect me with lies. I don't need that.”