Chapter 707
Thankfully, the photo was still there. Romello probably had not discovered that she had taken the picture from the study.
Phoebe explained, “I was just curious, especially since Mom is there. I haven’t seen her yet, so I wanted to take a look.”
Romello sighed. “Forget it. I won’t punish you this time, but no more next time. There are rules in This house, and since you’re back, you need to follow them, understand?”
“Understood.”
Romello stood up and adjusted his military uniform collar, his tone casual as he said, “You were startled last night. Get some more sleep. I’ll have them bring food later.”
“Wait a minute,” Phoebe grabbed his sleeve, looking up at him. “Before I passed out last night, someone seemed to hit me on the head with something and wanted to strangle me, saying I shouldn’t live in this world. Was that… Mom?”
Romello sat back down and patted her shoulder. His tone softened as he comforted her, “No, it was not, and no one wanted to strangle you. Your forehead injury was from slipping and hitting the table corner. Perhaps you were too frightened last night and imagined it. Don’t overthink it.”
“But…”
That feeling was too real, and she was perfectly conscious last night.
How could it be her imagination?
“No ‘buts‘. When it happened, Mom was still asleep. When the servant went up to clean the room this. morning, she found you fainted in the study.”
Was that really the case?
Was it just a dream brought on by her high levels of stress?
Phoebe was not entirely convinced and asked, “So, when can I see Mom?”
Romello’s expression stiffened slightly, and hints of sorrow were mixed in his amber eyes.
“She caught a cold. She said she didn’t want to infect you. It might take a few days, but you’ll see her at your banquet at the latest. You’ll surely see her, loving and beautiful.”
“She caught a cold? I can take care of her. My immune system is better than most girls, so I won’t get infected.”
“But you’re injured now, and it’s when your resistance is at its lowest.” Romello narrowed his eyes, and he emphasized solemnly, “Now that you’re back as a Nicholls, you have to obey the rules!”
Phoebe gave up, nodding silently.
Chapter 707
After Romello gave a few more instructions, he left and closed the door behind him.
Once he was gone, Phoebe quickly got out of bed and walked to the mirror on the dressing table across
from her.
On her slender neck, aside from a faint stinging sensation, there were no traces of being strangled
Could it be that she imagined it all because she was too scared last night?
“Forget it! Sheena’s situation is more important!”
She pushed aside her thoughts and took out the photo hidden in her pocket from last night. After confirming it was intact, she carefully placed it back.
Due to the injury on her forehead, Romello forbade her from
g out. No matter what excuse she
used, the butler would not allow it. He even confiscated her phone, insisting she focus on resting.
Phoebe, feeling helpless, was forcefully confined for two days.
Everyone was caught up with their busy schedules, and time seemed to pass by even faster.
Soon, it was the day of the trial.
When Romello left after breakfast, Phoebe, claiming her injury had healed, used the excuse of a magazine shoot and left the Nicholls residence alone, taking a taxi to E&S Haven.
In the car heading to the international court, the Lawson family’s lawyer, Ricky Aguilar, handed Sheena the prepared statement, repeatedly emphasizing, “Ms. Lawson, you must stick to what’s written here. Rest assured, even if the other party is a royal princess, we’ll not let you suffer any
losses!”
Sheena remained silent, nodding in acknowledgment without looking at the statement given by Ricky.
Noah, Howard, and Lucy accompanied her to court.
Corey was busy with official matters lately and did not have the time to return, while Lionel volunteered to stay at E&S Haven to take care of Elliot.
When Phoebe hurriedly arrived at E&S Haven, everyone had already left, and it had been half an hour since their departure. As her phone was confiscated before, it had run out of battery on the journey
over.
Helpless, Phoebe had to borrow some money from Lionel and take another taxi to the international
court.
As Phoebe left, Lionel returned to the master bedroom and discovered something unexpected–Elliot had awakened!
Overjoyed, he hurriedly approached, “Thank goodness! Mr. Jenkins, you finally woke up!”
