"Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital to get that taken care of." Ned pulled Sophie to the car, opened the passenger door for her, and after she got in, drove toward the university hospital.
"Don't go to the university hospital. I'm afraid we'll run into nurses I know there; they'll tell my mom." Sophie pleaded, almost begging.
Ned froze for a second, then immediately headed to a private clinic he knew well. The director there was a doctor who had long provided medical care for aristocratic families; they were on very close terms, and he was extremely discreet.
After her facial injuries were cleaned and treated, Ned drove slowly through the streets, aimlessly cruising.
Sophie glanced at him faintly. "This afternoon, Lara's parents came to see me."
"I figured." His eyes darkened a little. "Your face… that was Aunt Isabella, right? Why did they come looking for you?"
