FakeNovelChapter 393:
A group of crazy fangirls—that’s what Violet thought with disdain.
Violet was about to take out her mobile phone and play a gwith her head down when she was shocked by
their next words. “He is called... Willy Smith. What a unique name. How about it? Isn't it nice?”
Willy Smith... How could this be...?
Violet tilted her head to look at Stella, who was already sleeping soundly while receiving an IV drip. Fortunately,
Stella didn’t hear what they said. If Stella had heard it, she might have pulled out the needle and rushed to
confront Willy.
Although most of the tStella was much calmer than Violet, when the situation called for it, she could be more
violent than the latter. Despite not being particularly skilled in fighting, she often played an important role in
critical moments.
RK, who later found out, also agreed with Violet's thoughts. After all, the blow to Dylan's head was not for
nothing.
Violet could only silently put her hat on her head and pretend to look down at her mobile phone, hoping not to
see Willy.
After a while, Stella finally woke up. She looked up and noticed that the IV drip was nearly finished. She nudged
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtViolet, who was trying to lower her head. “Hey, Violet, what are you doing? Why are you lowering your head so
much?”
“Well... it’s nothing. It’s just too noisy around here.” Violet quickly raised her head, rubbed her sore neck, and
seized the opportunity to look around.
“What are you looking for?” Stella sensed something was off with Violet, but she didn’t know what it was. If she
had known earlier, she wouldn't have slept and would have caught a wonderful scene.
“No, no, you've finished with your drip, haven't you? Ill find a nurse to remove the needle for you.”
With that, Violet quickly got up and ran away.
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After a while, Violet returned with a nurse. The nurse smiled as she pulled out the needle from Stella’s arm,
reminding her not to forget to cback to the hospital the next day.
“Ah? Surely we don’t have to return tomorrow? Isn't it enough to just get smedicine?”
Violet's expression was filled with anxiety, which made the nurse roll her eyes at her.
Stella quickly pulled her friend back. “Okay, thank you, nurse. We'll be here on ttomorrow.”
With that, Stella took Violet's hand, and they hurriedly left. “That nurse obviously wants to blackmail you,” Violet
said, looking unhappy.
“Just say it, what's going on?” Stella looked coldly at Violet.
“Uh...” Indeed, nothing could be hidden from Miss Richard. “It's nothing. Just a small matter.”
Stella didn’t dwell on Violet's concerns. She simply smiled slightly and followed her.
Violet suddenly slowed down when they reached the small shed where bicycles and electric vehicles were kept in
the hospital.
“What's wrong?” Stella asked curiously.
The main reason Violet stopped was that she saw a familiar mountain bicycle. It was the sone Willy had
ridden on land in France.
Speaking of that mountain bicycle, although it was Willy who rode it, it was certainly not something ordinary
electric bikes could compare with.
Just looking at its price would leave one shocked. In the past, it had dazzled many people in France. Willy had
customized the bicycle seat, and he had ridden it for a long time. Violet didn’t expect that when Willy returned to
the country, he would have the sbicycle.
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Violet suddenly becangry. Ignoring Stella's surprise, she walked over quickly and pulled out the valve stems
from the front and rear wheels.
Cold sweat dripped down Stella’s forehead. “What kind of deep hatred do you have for this person? You treat his
bicycle like this. Be careful the owner catches you.” There was no stopping Violet when she becviolent;
Stella had to look left and right to keep a lookout for her.
“This person is very evil. | must vent my anger on behalf of those he has wronged,” Violet said fiercely. She
brushed the dust from her hands and quickly pulled Stella out of the hospital.
Stella was already ill, so it was natural that her strength was not as good as Violet's. She becweak as soon
as they ran out of the hospital.
“Hey, wait... wait! What are you running for?” Stella gasped, putting her hands on her knees. Her face was pale,
and her forehead was covered in sweat. She didn’t look well at all.
Only then did Violet realize that Stella needed to rest. She quickly supported her friend and guided her to the
side to take a break.
“How are you? It’s my fault. Why did | drag you away when you were sick? It’s all my fault. Are you feeling better
now?” Violet asked, filled with self-blame.
“I'm fine...” Stella tried to catch her breath and smiled at Violet weakly.
“Let's rest here. When you feel better, I'll take you out for a nutritious meal.”
Not to mention that Stella didn’t feel much excitement about eating; she realized it was already late afternoon
when Violet mentioned a meal. It seemed they had spent the whole afternoon getting the IV drip.
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