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 thest time, the Hinton family rarely had anyonee 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


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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 shoreughing 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 nning 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 wasing 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 y 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.


    “Ssh!” 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 red at me angrily, her frostbitten, face turning blue and purple. She looked


    as if she wanted to tear me apart,


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    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 maning 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 likeughing, 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 ite to


    this?”


    When he asked her like this, Gianna seemed even more wronged. Her eyes, somewhat red and


    swollen, timidly nced 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 tantly telling Walter that I was the one who pushed her in?


    I nced 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 someonee over to bring you clothes, find a ce to hide,” Walter interrupted her, saying,


    “There are children in this house, it wouldn’t be good if they were frightened by ident.” 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.