Chapter 241

“Anthony, has Theo made work arrangements for everyone?” Rosalie asked.

“Master Theodore hasn’t moved to his new place yet. He’s still at the old villa, and we haven’t

moved out either.”

“Really? You’re all still at the old villa?” Rosalie was shocked; she had‘ assumed Theodore had left

the day they divorced.

“Is Theo… Is he home right now?” she asked again.

“Yes, Master Theodore is here. He’s injured. Judging by the wounds, it looks like Madam Jarvis hit

him with her cane. He’ll be bedridden for

a few days.”

Rosalie frowned deeply. Theodore had been getting hurt a lot lately. Rebecca must have hit him

hard, or he wouldn’t need to stay in bed. for days.

“Madam Rosalie, would you like to come back and see Master

Theodore?”

“I… I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to come back now. We’re divorced. I’m not your mistress

anymore.”

“But you’re still part of the Spencer family, and you have some things left here. It’s perfectly normal

to come back and get them.”

Anthony seemed to sense the concern in Rosalie’s voice, and gave her a way out.

Rosalie forced herself to smile. “I guess I do have some things left there. I might as well come and

get them.”

“Alright, Madam Rosalie. I won’t tell Master Theodore that you’re

coming. After all, this is your house, and you don’t need to inform me before you come.”

Anthony was clever; he knew exactly what to say to make Rosalie feel less awkward.

“Okay, thank you.”

After hanging up, Rosalie let out a long sigh. In an attempt to convince herself, she murmured, “Just

this once, Rosalie.”

They had argued yesterday, and Rebecca overheard. Rosalie played a part in it, and now,

Theodore was the one who took the punishment alone. She had to go check on him.

Theodore was lying face down on the bed while Anthony applied medicine to his injuries. His back

was covered in bruises, some places so bad they bore the marks of Rebecca’s cane. She had hit

him hard, almost as if she wanted to beat him to death.

His back was blue and purple, with many cuts and bleeding spots. He couldn’t even lie down to

sleep; he had to stay on his stomach.

He had endured the pain on his way back, almost fainting on the road.

Anthony’s hands trembled as he applied the medicine and sighed deeply. He moved carefully and

gently.

Theodore frowned. “Hurry up.

Anthony paused for a moment while applying the medicine. “Master Theodore, your injuries are

quite severe. Maybe you should go to the hospital. I’m worried about infection!”

“If I’m not worried about my own body, why should you be? Just hurry up and finish applying the

medicine, Theodore snapped.

Anthony sighed inwardly, and continued tending to Theodore’s

wounds.

The pain was intense, but Theodore gritted his teeth and didn’t make a sound. His brows were

furrowed, his eyes tightly shut. He clutched the pillow beneath him, gradually burying his face into it

as if he was about to pass out.

Suddenly, a soft, delicate hand gently rested on his shoulder. The sensation was akin to a surge of

energy that flowed through him. He slowly opened his eyes.

A gentle breeze brushed over his wounds, followed by the soothing touch of soft medical cotton.

The cool medicine stung a bit, but the pain eased considerably.

“Anthony, are you done yet?”

He felt that it was taking too long.

“Just a moment, there’s still some left to cover.”

Theodore’s eyes flashed with surprise when he heard that soft, familiar voice. He tried to get up, but

a small hand pressed his shoulder firmly.

“Don’t move,” she said, her tone a bit stern. “Let me finish applying the medicine first. We can talk

after that.”