Chapter 82: Chapter 82: Who Exactly Did He Offend?
The fresh blood on her fair wrist looked particularly shocking.
"Damn it!"
Warren Prescott cursed, and seeing Ashley Shaw looking at him in confusion, he quickly explained, "I’m not cursing at you."
"I know..." Ashley Shaw had somewhat recovered, her limbs still weak, but her mind was clear.
She reminded Warren Prescott, "The handcuff keys are on that woman."
Warren Prescott nodded, walked around to the other side of the car, and disdainfully used two fingers to search through Maeve’s pockets.
As expected, he found the keys in the pocket.
He then walked back to Ashley Shaw’s side and unlocked her handcuffs at record speed.
"Besides your hands, are you hurt anywhere else?"
"No." Ashley Shaw was still worried about Ariana Grant and hurriedly got out of the car.
But just as she took a step, her legs went weak, and she fell toward the ground.
Warren Prescott reacted quickly, wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her firmly.
Ashley Shaw felt a bit embarrassed.
She was so scared that she couldn’t even stand properly.
"Can I carry you?" Warren Prescott asked cautiously, afraid that Ashley Shaw might refuse.
Ashley Shaw tried, realizing her feet were completely powerless.
Anxious to return to the hospital, she couldn’t care less and just nodded, "Okay, thank you."
Warren Prescott immediately squatted down.
Ashley Shaw held onto Warren Prescott’s waist and leaned over.
Warren Prescott steadily lifted her onto his back.
At this moment, Mr. Coleman had just finished his call. Seeing Warren Prescott carrying Ashley Shaw, he was momentarily stunned, then said, "Young Master, I have already called the police. They’re on their way. Do you want to wait for them?"
"There’s nothing worth waiting for."
Warren Prescott’s earlier tenderness disappeared, and his face turned icy as he said, "Call Mr. Sutton directly and tell him these two intended to murder a member of the Prescott Family. Make sure they stay in prison for life, and if they somehow get out, his position as Chief will be over."
Warren Prescott spoke of "murder," rather than anything else that might draw associations.
This was to consider Ashley Shaw’s reputation.
Ashley Shaw’s heart rippled slightly.
Mr. Coleman immediately responded, "Yes!"
Even though Damon Crawford was dizzy from the blow, his consciousness was still intact.
He knew the current Chief of Westcroft was named Sutton. Thanks to his wife’s connections, he had previously met Chief Sutton at a banquet.
At the banquet, Chief Sutton was the star and high and mighty figure, barely showing a smile was considered a great honor to them.
But now... this person could casually order Chief Sutton around?
Who the hell did he offend?
Damn Maeve, she got him into such trouble.
"Have mercy, have mercy, I was wrong, it wasn’t my fault, it was all Maeve, he coaxed me into it... I was forced..."
Damon Crawford’s words were completely illogical.
But Warren Prescott didn’t care what he said, carrying Ashley Shaw, he walked towards his car.
The vehicle only had a broken headlight and a dented hood, but it could still drive normally.
After gently placing her in the passenger seat, he went around to the driver’s side to start the car.
Once Warren Prescott got in, Ashley Shaw apologetically asked, "Could you... drive a little faster to the hospital?"
Warren Prescott nodded.
"Don’t worry, I’ll call the hospital now to have them wait for you."
Warren Prescott pressed the accelerator while dialing the hospital.
Ashley Shaw quickly explained, "No, it’s nothing about me. My friend is having a gastroscopy in the hospital, and if there’s no one to take care of her when she comes out, it wouldn’t be ideal."
The call got through at that moment.
Warren Prescott clutched the phone tightly and said, "Director Alden, I have a friend, she’s having a gastroscopy, her name is..."
Ashley Shaw chimed in, "Ariana Grant."
"She’s called Ariana Grant. The accompanying person had a mishap and is currently with me. Could you please assign someone to look after her until we arrive?"
The voice on the other end agreed readily, and Ashley Shaw felt slightly relieved, not as anxious anymore.
But as the call ended, Ashley Shaw vaguely heard Grandpa Prescott’s voice.
Was Grandpa Prescott also in the hospital?
So, was Warren Prescott’s timely appearance because he saw her being put into the car while he was at the hospital?
Perhaps Warren Prescott noticed her curiosity and explained while driving, "Today I was accompanying Grandpa to the hospital for a check-up. I saw you getting into the car with that woman when I was smoking at the entrance. I found it odd, so I had Mr. Coleman follow the car. Later, when I saw the car speeding up, I deliberately had Mr. Coleman rear-end the car to see if they’d stop—they didn’t, and I was certain you were in danger. What happened after that... you already know."
Ashley Shaw nodded, trying hard to muster a smile.
"I guess I was lucky to meet you bringing Grandpa Prescott for a check-up."
Warren Prescott glanced at her pathetic attempt to smile and, after a pause, said, "When you don’t want to smile, you don’t have to."
Ashley Shaw was taken aback, and her forced light smile faded.
Don’t have to smile if you don’t want to?
In her past life, even when Warren Prescott treated her coldly and poorly, she habitually showed a smile.
At that time, she never heard Warren Prescott say this even once.
But now, the Warren Prescott in front of her was someone who gently allowed her not to smile if she didn’t want to.
Ashley Shaw was momentarily bewildered.
She wasn’t sure whether to consider the Warren Prescott of her past life and this life as the same person.
The things that fiercely broke her heart and indirectly cost her and her baby their lives were not done by the Warren Prescott of the present.
The Warren Prescott now was someone who, upon realizing he misunderstood her, was making every effort to atone.
But... she had been reborn with her memories intact, and those wounds remained.
Inside her, it felt like two little people were engaged in a heavenly battle, causing a headache.
Ashley Shaw stayed silent, lowering her head, unsure of how to face Warren Prescott in the future.
But regardless, this time, Warren Prescott saved her.
She owed him one.
Without Warren Prescott, she truly didn’t know if she could handle that greasy fat man.
The car was silent for a while; then Warren Prescott suddenly asked, "Did you know that woman?"
Ashley Shaw looked up and answered, "Sort of. She worked with me in a convenience store. Later, the manager let her go because of me, which must have sparked today’s incident due to her resentment."
Warren Prescott abruptly lifted his gaze, suddenly realizing something.
He moved his lips and, with a heavy heart, said, "It’s my fault."
"Hmm?"
"It was me... who asked the manager to move you to the day shift, which led to that woman harboring hatred towards you. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault for not thinking thoroughly."
Ashley Shaw shook her head gently.
"It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have foreseen today’s events, and besides, you did save me, didn’t you?"
Warren Prescott gripped the steering wheel, feeling like giving himself a harsh beating.
He dreaded to imagine what might have happened last night if his mom hadn’t asked him to come to the hospital, if he hadn’t gone out for a smoke, if he hadn’t seen Ashley Shaw being pushed into the car.