Chapter 252: Chapter 252 About the Problem of Bedwetting
Victor Bennett hurried back before leaving the house, looking shocked.
"Which tooth? Do you want me to book a dentist appointment to get it fixed?"
Doctor: "..."
"Can you two stop flirting until after the medicine is applied, or I’ll give you the medicine and you can do it at home!" The doctor was at his wits’ end!!
Joanna Ramsey shrunk her neck and said, "Go, go on with the medicine."
Victor Bennett stopped talking as well and didn’t dare go out, just waiting there.
...
After the wound was disinfected and treated, the two of them left the hospital with a bag of medicine.
"You go wait in the car first, I’ll ask my brother about the surveillance footage," said Victor Bennett.
Joanna Ramsey was startled and her heart skipped a beat.
"What call? Victor Bennett, are you suspecting me?" Joanna Ramsey put her hands on her hips, yelling fiercely but adorably.
"What’s wrong with you, when did I suspect you?"
"Then why are you checking the surveillance footage? Do you think I slapped myself?"
"Who said anything about you? Bella Green said that Phoebe got hit, how could that be possible?"
Upon hearing this, Joanna Ramsey got inexplicably angry.
"Bella got hit in the first place, you didn’t see it, how can you be so sure Fiona Grantham didn’t hit anyone?"
"I know Phoebe’s character the best, how could she possibly hit someone?" Victor Bennett said as if it was only natural.
"So you mean I’m lying?" Joanna Ramsey’s face puffed up instantly like a bun.
Victor Bennett looked at her, let out a snort, full of disdain: "You’re just a little liar, stealing my erasers or my pencils as a kid and never admitting it."
Joanna Ramsey’s cheeks flushed, then she pouted, laughing sarcastically: "That’s better than you wetting the bed during nap time in kindergarten and not admitting it."
Hearing about wetting the bed, Victor Bennett immediately exploded, glaring at Joanna Ramsey in anger and embarrassment: "Nonsense, it was clearly water that accidentally spilled when I was drinking!"
"Keep making excuses!" Joanna Ramsey shot him a disdainful glance.
"Bullshit, you slept right next to me; don’t you know whether it was water or pee?"
"Don’t know, don’t know, just don’t know." Joanna Ramsey played the rascal, zipped into the car in a flash.
Victor Bennett was so furious his liver hurt, looking at the obnoxious little girl, completely forgetting about the surveillance footage, huffing as he got in the car, planning to argue more about this wetting-the-bed issue!!
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Fragrant Forest Riverside Villa.
Bella Green, inexplicably spared from punishment, was still a bit confused, feeling that something was off with the plot development...
She had been prepared to be harshly scolded or something, but it seems... silently, this affair was over?
Sitting on the sofa, Bella Green was still uneasy, glancing at the man beside her watching financial news.
"Um, it’s getting dark, I should go home now." She tried to remind him.
Mason Bennett turned his head at her words, his chin lifted slightly, and spoke leisurely, "Didn’t you say it’s a nice time for dinner?"
Bella Green looked at the dark window outside, pouting, wanting to cry.
What to do if she doesn’t want to eat now?
Suddenly, she remembered that with the dinner plans disrupted, Mason Bennett hadn’t eaten yet.
Thinking about his bad habit of losing his cool if he doesn’t eat, Bella Green resignedly sighed and stood up.
"Alright then, I’ll go make dinner."
As soon as she said that, the corner of Mason Bennett’s eye twitched slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"No need, I’ll have Elliot Morris bring it over."
Bella Green frowned, "It’s late, let’s not bother Elliot Morris; it’ll take him an hour to get here, right?"
Mason: "..."
"He likes the trouble." With that, he’d already dialed Elliot Morris’s number.