Victoria breathed a sigh of relief. “She should be on her way.”
Quennel was stunned. Stephanie had actually agreed to bail him out?
His day had been absolutely terrible, but now, Quennel felt a long-lost sense of pleasure. The corner of his lip twitched, accidentally pulling at a cut, and he winced with a hiss.
Victoria was extremely tense, asking with concern, “Does it hurt a lot? I can take you to the hospital later to get it checked out.”
From the side, Tobias watched this scene and sneered, “Oh, you’d better blow on it for him. The wound might heal otherwise. Look at you, Quennel, what a wimp. Making a big fuss over a little scratch.”
Tobias' face was also bruised, but he was in much better shape than Quennel.
Right now, Tobias was sitting with his legs crossed, looking less like someone being questioned and more like a boss inspecting his business.
Quennel was baffled. “Tobias, what do I have against you? Why are you targeting me?”
Tonight's events seemed like a deliberate provocation by Tobias, yet they had never had any issues between them.
“You wouldn’t get it. I’m dishing out some divine justice.”
Tobias stood up and struck a heroic pose. “I’m here to put you in your place.”
“…” Was this guy insane?
Quennel couldn’t be bothered to talk to him.
He leaned back on the bench and closed his eyes to rest.
Tobias could see that Quennel didn't want to deal with him, but that just made him want to annoy him more.
“Tell me, do you think you’re some kind of hero, playing the white knight for your lady friend? So cool, so handsome?”
Tobias' mouth ran on and on. “You started the fight, and you still got beaten up this badly. Are you just that pathetic?”

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