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After Johnny departed, he instructed Andrew to ensure that today's events wouldn't make it to the media. He didn't want any news about him circulating online.
Barbara hurried to catch up, apologizing, "Johnny, I had no idea today's wedding would turn out like this."
She had gone through great lengths to bring Johnny here, hoping he'd see the splendor of the wedding and perhaps be moved, maybe even propose to her. Her aspirations crumbled as Alina unexpectedly barged in and stirred up such a commotion, completely altering the course of the wedding."
"Johnny, shall we go to the hospital first? Why did you protect that Alina just now? What's your relationship with her?" Barbara asked cautiously.
She had never seen Johnny assist anyone before. Witnessing Johnny rush in without hesitation left her feeling quite deserted.
"There's no relationship," Johnny retorted icily.
Barbara didn't believe him one bit. She persisted, "If there's no relationship, why did you shield her just now?"
Johnny halted, his gaze towards Barbara carried a warning. His tone turned serious and slightly menacing. "Do I need to explain myself to you?"
"I-I didn't mean that. I'm just worried about you." Barbara feigned a helpless look, like a child unjustly scolded by her parents.
After Johnny's words, she dared not chase after him anymore as she watched him depart.
Johnny never seemed to linger in her presence. She could never catch up to him. She resolved in her heart that even if she couldn't reach Johnny, she wouldn't let anyone else have him. Especially not Alina.
It astonished her that in just two days, Alina could already prompt Johnny to protect her. It was beyond Barbara's comprehension. What shocked her even more was that Alina turned out to be affiliated with the Woolery family, which somewhat eased her mind. The Woolery family wasn't a formidable force in her view, making dealing with Alina seem all too simple.
As she schemed maliciously, a cruel expression crept onto Barbara's face. She was determined to make Alina disappear from this world for good.
Johnny got into the car, and Andrew quickly called a doctor to remove the glass shards from Johnny's arm. He wasn't the type to casually lend a hand. When the incident happened, Johnny didn't think too much. He instinctively stepped in to shield Alina. If that bottle had hit Alina, she'd have been badly hurt.
Maybe it was because she was collaborating with Sutton Group now, or perhaps because she was Zelda's old friend's granddaughter. That was why he felt the need to help her. But then again, he never expected the girl, who had been brought back by the Chavez family five years ago, to have blood ties with Enkmelo's Woolery family. The Woolery family members seemed surprised to see Alina.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.
Leaning against the seat, Johnny gazed out the window, lost in thought. He pondered why, when he held Alina just now, a familiar feeling had emerged.
Meanwhile, Alina was just there to offer her congratulations, and she'd done that. It was time for her to leave.
"Sybil, I'm back. Aren't you thrilled?" Alina smirked, the contrast between her smile and Sybil's look of utter contempt stark. "Your wedding was truly unforgettable."
Sybil lunged forward, shouting furiously, "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!" She looked like a mad, wild dog.
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Since Johnny had just said not to let anything happen to Alina, Glen naturally couldn't let Sybil hurt her. He stopped Sybil and said, "Sybil, calm down! You can't mess with Alina now!" "Dad, are you just going to let her bully me?" Sybil retorted.
Seeing his daughter like that, Glen felt immense heartache. He reassured her, "Of course not. You're my precious daughter."
Watching their deeply affectionate father-daughter bond, Alina felt a chill. She wondered if, during the six years when she was presumed dead, Glen had probably forgotten about her existence. She even suspected that after her accident, Glen might never have looked for her.
This scene was too much for her to bear, causing a stabbing pain in her heart. Alina turned away, feeling incredibly distant, and left in a cold and detached manner.