Chapter 372: Chapter 372: Warren Prescott Gets Beaten
Ashley Shaw had already regained her composure by the moment Ariana Grant pushed the bathroom door open.
She could be upset on her own; there was no reason to drag Ariana into her unhappiness.
Besides, this matter involved her "rebirth" secret, so she definitely couldn’t tell Ariana, lest she unintentionally involved Ariana in it.
Ashley sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling off, motioning Ariana over with a wave: "Come here."
Ariana walked over to her, puzzled as to why she called her over, when Ashley’s ear was already pressed against Ariana’s belly, seemingly listening for something.
"What’s going on?" Ariana gently pushed her head away and asked.
"Didn’t you say you’re eight months along? I’m listening to see if there’s any fetal movement."
"Damn! You’re messing with me!"
Ariana pushed her shoulder, pinning her onto the bed.
"Hehe, this little girl is quite naughty, let me teach you a lesson."
Ashley pretended to be terrified: "No, don’t! If you keep this up, I’ll call the police."
The two of them were interrupted by a "gurgle" from Ariana’s stomach as they were fooling around.
"Hungry?" Ashley asked her.
Ariana nodded helplessly: "Hungry, I want crayfish, stir-fried snails, fried skewers, stinky tofu..."
She listed a bunch of dishes, as if she were listing a menu.
"Alright." Ashley stood up.
Ariana thought she could indulge once more today, but then she heard Ashley say, "When I got off the car, I saw a mall across the street. Let’s see if there’s a congee shop, we can have some congee."
The joy on Ariana’s face instantly collapsed.
"Having congee on the first day in Aethelgard? Isn’t that unlucky? This is the capital, at the emperor’s feet, shouldn’t we give the emperor some face and eat something good?"
"No way, you’ll regret it once you’ve eaten, I’ll cure your regret syndrome. Let’s go, get down there!"
Ariana gritted her teeth: "Fine! I’ll have the congee! I’ll drink a hundred and eighty bowls of it! Let’s show who the real owner of the congee shop is!"
Ashley couldn’t help but chuckle.
...
Westcroft.
Warren Prescott was in the hospital.
Just two months ago, Warren Prescott took on a project with the Sutton Family, and there was an accident on the construction site.
It was the project lead who tried to make some extra money on the side and purchased substandard iron scaffolding, lacking weight and substance.
As a result, when a worker stepped on it, the rusty scaffolding broke. The worker, trying to save effort, hadn’t fastened a safety harness and fell directly from a height.
The good news is, the worker was saved and didn’t die.
The bad news is, his cervical spine was severely damaged, leaving him paralyzed for life, forever bound to a wheelchair.
Assistant Lowell pointed to the ward ahead and said, "It’s that ward. His name is Chester Crawford, thirty-six years old. His wife left two years ago after piling up debts from gambling, leaving their children behind. He also has a sick mother to take care of and two kids in elementary school."
After a pause, Assistant Lowell added, "This guy’s life is quite rough."
Warren Prescott felt a bitterness rising in his throat.
"Has he woken up?"
"He woke up an hour ago. His mother is taking care of him."
"Hmm." Warren responded, took the fruit basket from Assistant Lowell’s hands, and stepped towards the ward.
Assistant Lowell was startled, quickly catching up and blocking Warren’s path.
"You really don’t have to go. I can go check on him."
"We’re already here. What’s the point if I don’t go and see?"
"But they’re probably very emotional now, and besides his mother, there are some other relatives visiting in the ward. There might be friction if you go in. Let me handle it instead."
Assistant Lowell was trying to say he feared the family might get emotional and possibly harm Warren.
And more importantly, he feared Warren might lose his temper with the family.
However, Warren only understood the first concern, and calmly said, "It’s alright, let’s go."
Assistant Lowell was still persistent: "But Director Sutton isn’t planning to show up personally, there’s no need for you to..."
Warren directly interrupted, "He’s him, I’m me."
After that, he carried the fruit basket straight into Chester Crawford’s ward.
Just as Assistant Lowell had described, besides Chester’s mother and children, there were several other relatives in the ward.
Upon seeing two well-dressed men enter, the people in the ward turned their heads.
Warren ignored the stares of others, only nodding slightly when passing the old lady, then stepped to Chester Crawford’s bedside.
"Mr. Crawford, hello, I am Warren Prescott, the person in charge of the Tech City project..."
Chester initially assumed they were from the insurance company, greeted with a polite smile, but his expression darkened immediately upon hearing those words.
"How dare you come here?! You made me like this, and you still have the nerve to show up?!"
If Chester could move, he probably would have jumped at Warren wanting to drag him down together.
The other relatives’ faces also turned dark, a few quickly stepping forward to surround Warren and Assistant Lowell.
"You heartless people, I won’t let you get away!"
The group fiercely shoved Warren and Assistant Lowell.
Assistant Lowell initially tried to stand in front of Warren, but was soon forced aside by others.
Amidst the chaos, no one knew who started, but a punch landed heavily on Warren’s face.
Seeing this, Assistant Lowell rushed madly to pull each person away.
By the time he reached Warren, there was a trace of blood at the corner of Warren’s mouth, and his face and exposed arms were covered in fine scratches, his hair and clothes in disarray.
Assistant Lowell had never seen Warren this disheveled before.
He had only ever seen Warren immaculate, not even a wrinkle on his clothes.
But now...
Assistant Lowell’s eyes reddened instantly.
"Mr. Prescott Jr.... are you okay?"
Warren was surprisingly calm, indifferently saying, "Not dead."
Assistant Lowell’s anger flared up, turning sharply to glare at everyone present.
"How dare you hit someone? Don’t think you’ll get away with it!"
As he spoke, Assistant Lowell took out his phone to call the police.
The group panicked instantly. Some tried to excuse themselves, some said they didn’t touch him, others mumbled that Warren deserved it.
But most were scared by the sight of blood at Warren’s mouth.
In their memory, they had just pushed him a bit.
But in reality, Warren had been struck to the point of bleeding.
They were all ordinary citizens, not daring to cross someone clearly so distinguished.
It was Warren who stopped Assistant Lowell from calling, speaking calmly: "It’s alright."
Despite hands trembling with anger, Assistant Lowell turned to find Warren, aside from his disheveled appearance, as composed as though nothing had happened.
Lowering Assistant Lowell’s phone hand, Warren swept a glance over everyone in the ward, then suddenly turned and deeply bowed to Chester Crawford.