Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 221

Chapter 221 Scaring People Isn't Good

It only then dawned on me, after privately looking around, I shouted that someone had fallen into the water.

Today was no different than the last time, the Hinton family rarely had anyone come to the backyard, especially on such cold nights. Even if I shouted a few times, no one still came.

I could swim, indeed, but the icy pool water made me hesitate. Noticing that the water in the pool wasn't deep, I watched her struggle in the water with a cold eye.

Pulled out the phone and dialed Walter's number.

The phone had rung a few times before it was answered, Walter's deep voice came from the other end, "Where are you?"

"Someone fell into the pond in the backyard," I began, getting straight to the point.

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, then, "Who?"

"Gianna."

The person over there responded indifferently with a hum, only uttering a few words lightly, "The water isn't deep, you won't die."

Afterwards, it was hung up.

Staring at the disconnected call, I was stunned. Could this person be so cold-hearted, just hanging up like that?

Gianna struggled in the water for a while, not knowing whether she

Chapter 221 Scaring People Isn't Good

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realized the water was not deep enough to drown her, or whether she realized that despite her efforts to call for help, no one came, so she simply gave up shouting for help.

Steadying herself in the water, she was in a state of disarray. The darkness of the night made it impossible for me to see her expression, but her angry voice came through, almost a roar, "Tabatha, you bitch, you've been standing on the shore laughing at me all this time."

By the heavens and earth, I did call for help on her behalf and even made a phone call for her.

This person truly didn't know what was good for them. Looking at her, I couldn't be bothered to respond, not even planning to acknowledge her once, ready to just walk away.

"Tabatha, you stop right there," I took a few steps, and Gianna in the pool called out to me excitedly.

Looking back at her, I raised an eyebrow, "Anything else?"

She looked around, presumably to confirm that no one was coming to rescue her. Then she looked at me and said, "Come over here and pull me up, the water is too cold." Seeing her shivering in the cold wind, I pursed my lips slightly, unusually wanting to play the good guy for once.

He pulled her skirt out from the bushes where it had been caught, threw the other end to her, told her to hold on, and pulled her up.

"Splash!" Once ashore, I stepped a few paces away from her. It wasn't out of disdain, but truly because the chill from her body was too intense, I was afraid of the cold.

Seeing me back off, she glared at me angrily, her frostbitten, face turning blue and purple. She looked as if she wanted to tear me apart,

but considering that I had just pulled her up, she had the sense not to continue yelling at me.

Uninterested in witnessing her embarrassment, I turned around to leave.

Just before taking a step out, he caught sight of a tall man coming from

the attic.

Walter.

Gianna had only spotted Walter approaching a few seconds after me. Her face suddenly changed, and after a startled scream, she clumsily crouched down, trying to cover her lower half with the hem of her broken skirt, which was only covered by a pair of soaked leggings. She was embarrassed, terrified, helpless, and... wronged!

Looking at her like this, for some reason, I felt like laughing, but fortunately, I held it back. One should not take advantage of others' misfortunes or kick someone when they're down.

In a matter of seconds, Walter was already in front of me. He wasn't blind, so naturally, he immediately saw Gianna, who was crouching on the ground, looking miserable and shivering.

"Walter." Gianna looked at him, her little face full of a pitiful and aggrieved expression

Walter slightly furrowed his brows, his voice low and restrained, as he asked, "How did it come to this?"

When he asked her like this, Gianna seemed even more wronged. Her eyes, somewhat red and swollen, timidly glanced at me. Then she bit her lip slightly and said, "I was pushed into the pond." After she finished speaking, tears fell like raindrops.

It was heartbreaking to watch.

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I frowned, was I pushed into the pond? Looking around, it was just the two of us, her and me. Walter had just arrived, wasn't this blatantly telling Walter that I was the one who pushed her in?

I glanced sideways at Walter, expecting him to continue questioning, but to my surprise, he just said indifferently, "Oh, be careful next time." It was as if Gianna had just said something pointless. Gianna probably hadn't expected him to say that, her eyes widened in surprise as she said, "Walter, I..."

"I had someone come over to bring you clothes, find a place to hide," Walter interrupted her, saying, "There are children in this house, it wouldn't be good if they were frightened by accident." His voice was indifferent and unfamiliar, even with a hint of disdain.

Even I could tell that these words were saying that Gianna's

appearance was frightening. There's no way Gianna didn't realize it. She's at an age where she cares about her looks and reputation. It's one thing to be seen in a disheveled state by someone she likes, but to be outright rejected is another. I, as a bystander, can imagine Gianna's embarrassment, let alone her own feelings.

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