###Chapter 380 Buried Resentment - Part 4

When the bodyguard saw this, he was inevitably shocked and more or less began to be restless.

He called Felix again, and the other end seemed to be driving right away. He said again, "No matter what happens, don't get out of the car!"

The bodyguard said, "The lady's hand is hurt. Her face is pale. Something is wrong."

Felix was silent and didn't arrive until half a minute. "hold on a little longer!"

I was overwhelmed by the chaos outside the car, and it was hard for me to breathe.

I didn't know who was shouting outside, "Ivelle, what are you hiding from? You have done so many foolish things that your own children have been suffocated. Who are you hiding from and why did you do so many bad things? Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

There was no bottom line for the viciousness of human nature, I was aware of that. But people who have conscience should not speak falsely about someone who's trying her best to live righteously.

How could strangers know what her life was like? If they could live to the fullest of their desires, they would have a fun time. They have never thought about the consequences of their wrongdoings. After death, who knew what will happen?

These and despicable words were shouted by a crazy and trembling man who was raging at the sight of me.

The bodyguard was a little restless, and he said, "I'll go down and deal with him."

With that, he got out of the car.

However, those people have been around in front of the car for a long time, waiting for me to get off, not the bodyguard.

I opened the door and closed it again.

Countless spotlights suddenly came at me, eager to take pictures of each of my pores so that people could write down discriminating comments on the Internet.

"Ma'am, we may have to get off." When the bodyguard opened his mouth, he was no longer calm.

I was protected by two bodyguards, but how could a group of journalists who acted like bad wolves easily let me go.

The road was jammed.

Countless cameras and videos were directed at me, and the sound of questioning, mixed with discrimination hoping to trap me and extort a confession, was deafening.

The cell phone in my pocket vibrated desperately, and I knew that at this time I was undoubtedly exposed to everyone.

This call was from Jordan.

Subconsciously I reached out to get it. I did not want to be tripped so the phone fell. I did not know where to find it. I was picked up by the bodyguard.

Some people were out of control, and the crowd was so huge that it was difficult to dispel fear even if they were surrounded by bodyguards. I didn't know how I looked at this moment, but I was sure it was not good.

Felix came with more than 20 bodyguards behind him, opened the road, and helped me out.

Ignoring the reporter's questions, I bowed my head and thought that Jordan had secretly protected me for so long as if it were useless in the end.

Moreover, Felix appeared at this time, and the special assistant around Jordan took it with him when he went there. His appearance undoubtedly made reporters speculate and spread rumors in their hearts.

Someone asked in a loud voice, "Sir Felix, The Astley Group, and The Badger Group have been fighting openly and secretly for many years. Is it because of the lady next to you?"

Felix did not open his mouth and helped me walk quickly out of the crowd.

There were still a lot of people asking questions in a loud voice, and some people were basically shouting insults. "Miss Ivelle, how many years have you had this kind of relationship between you and General Manager? What's your involvement with the Badger Group and The Astley Group? I heard that you have a daughter with you. Is this child owned by Mr. Badger or Mr. Astley?"

He undoubtedly just poured a basin of dirty water on top of my head.

I frowned and I looked frustrated. Felix lowered his voice and tried to calm me down. "Get out of here first."

I went in the car once again with a loud bang. When the door was closed, all of the outside noises were cut off.

Without going back to the villa, Felix directly took me to the Wall Street Villa in the eastern suburbs, which was far away from our original home.

When he got out of the car, Felix took me straight into the bedroom and told me, "The doctor will be here in a minute. You wash up first, and I'll tell people to prepare some food for you."

With that, he did not look back and left right away.

Winter has begun in the capital, and the cold air invaded my body, making my bones ache.

The closed already had newly-bought clothes, and they were all lowkey and ordinary-looking for the cold season.

I took a set of clothes, went into the bathroom, and changed. I looked for the thermometer and checked my temperature. As I was lying on the bed, I still could not get my thoughts back.

There was a buzz in my head. The bedroom door was opened and Jordan's handsome face tightened when he saw me

He brought a doctor behind him. "Check here first to see if she is sick." Then he looked back at Felix and said, "Go and cook some ginger soup to ward off the cold."

Felix nodded and left.

He came to me, held me in his arms, and hugged me tightly. The doctor opened the medicine box and started his check-up.

He looked at me and said, "Ma'am, I need to see where you fell.

I was shocked for a moment, but I soon reached out and pushed my skirt away, showing a blue and violet spot on my knee, which was somewhat disgusting.

Jordan put his arms around my shoulder and looked at the doctor. "Try to be gentle, she's afraid of pain!"

The doctor nodded, pressed with his finger, paused slightly, looked at me, and said, "Does it hurt?"

I shook my head. "It's okay, I can stand it." It's just a small fall, it was not so serious.

The doctor nodded, applied for some medicine, left a bottle of medicinal ointment for Jordan, and said, "Wipe it sooner or later, rub it properly, and rest for a few days."

Jordan nodded and arranged for Felix to send the doctor away.

He put his arms around me and didn't let go.

Knowing that he was worried about me, the more silent I was, the more guilty he felt.

I raised my hand, tugged at his clothes, and said, "Jordan, I haven't had dinner yet."

After the mess went on for a long time, I was really hungry.

He raised his hand, his deep eyes fell on me, the corners of his mouth curved with a smile, and his voice sounded magnetic. "Okay, what do you want to eat?"

"Whatever is fine! I'm just hungry. I don't have anything I want to eat."

He nodded, dropped a kiss on my forehead, and reached out to tuck me in.

While the bedroom was empty, I could not help sighing leisurely. After what happened today, I was afraid that it will make the already disturbed Astley Group even more chaotic.

When I felt thirsty, I got up. The wound on my knee was not so serious. It was just a scratch and it didn't hurt.

When I went downstairs, Jordan and Felix were in the kitchen. The two men were tall and slender, and they felt particularly pleasing to the eye just by looking at their figures from behind.

While they were cooking on the gas stove, Jordan was washing vegetables, Felix was helping with things, and they seemed to be talking about something.

I went in and took the cup to pour the water.

"How could the whereabouts of Ivelle be revealed?" This remark was asked by Jordan.

I was stupefied for a moment, and I couldn't help but listen to their conversation.

Both of them were minding their own business and didn't notice when I went downstairs.

Felix washed the dishes and said, "My wife met Miss Blakely in the hospital."

Jordan raised his eyebrow, "Miss Blakely?"

"Eva Blakeley!"

Putting down the things in his hand, Jordan's eyes fell on the food on the gas stove, and his deep eyes darkened. "What happened?"

"Madame Ivelled and Miss Blakely seemed to have quarreled downstairs in the hospital." Felix opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then continued, "It seems that Miss Blakely scolded your wife."