Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 556

Ten minutes later.

The snowmobile pulled up to the resort’s own luxury restaurant, where staff rushed to serve Rosemary a smorgasbord of delectable dishes.

Other members of the staff hurried forward with thermal clothing, electric blankets, and hand warmers, afraid that Rosemary might be cold or hungry.

Louisa also rushed anxiously to her daughter’s side.

"Sweetie, are you okay? Who had the audacity to harm you? Sampson, did you find out who was responsible?"

"Quickly, tell Daddy where you’re hurt. I’ll call for a doctor right away," Kenneth was beside himself with worry, fearing that his daughter was in pain.

But Rosemary gently replied,

"They’re the ones who got hurt, not me."

"Really?" Louisa cupped her face, scrutinizing her carefully, even rolling up her sleeves and trouser legs to conduct a rough inspection. It seemed she was indeed fine.

She heaved a sigh of relief, hugging her daughter tightly.

"As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters. When Sampson received that call, it scared us. Sampson, you still haven’t told us who they are. Did you find out?"

"They are Angela and Darlene. You don’t know them. I’ll handle it."

"They must be punished severely—no mercy!" Louisa was distressed.

"Such a peaceful Christmas Eve, and they had to cast a shadow on it for my precious girl. Come, Rose, warm up and eat something."

Meanwhile, Angela and Darlene were running out of breath. Just as they reached the entrance of the restaurant, they overheard the conversation and, upon closer inspection, realized that the elegant woman affectionately referring to Rosemary as "Sweetie" was none other than Louisa.

It was common knowledge that Louisa was pampered by her husband, who reportedly followed her everywhere.

Looking more closely, they indeed saw Kenneth by her side, offering all kinds of delicious food to Rosemary, coaxing her to eat more.

How could this be?

How could Rosemary be their daughter?

The Collins family’s wealth was at least three times greater than theirs!

At that moment, two couples hurried over, followed by a panting doctor carrying a medical kit. The restaurant door swung open, letting in a gust of snow.

"Mr. Sampson, I apologize for keeping you waiting!" The speaker was Angela’s father, who bowed deeply in apology upon entering.

Because Sampson didn’t speak any foreign languages, all the foreigners who wanted to curry favor with him had consciously learned English and spoke it fluently.

Angela’s mother shot Angela a fierce look, also bowing in apology, her demeanor elegant and aristocratic.

Darlene’s parents, on the other hand, gave Darlene a hard slap on the back, blaming her for her reckless behavior.

"Don’t be too hard on her, or the blame for her injuries will fall on us," Sampson sat on a single chair, his eyes cold.

Darlene’s father wanted to say something, but Sampson raised his hand to stop him.

"Let’s check the injuries first."

"Mr. Sampson, this is just child’s play, we can’t take it too seriously. Even if they ended up bruised and battered here today, it would be due to their limited skiing skills and has nothing to do with you~"

Darlene’s father tried to appease Sampson, but Sampson raised his hand again to stop him from continuing.

A bodyguard suggested,

"Let’s have a medical examination."

Left with no choice, both families had to allow the girls to be taken into the restaurant’s restroom for the doctor to examine any injuries.

After a while, the doctor emerged, medical bag in hand, and bowed respectfully to the gathered crowd.

"Apologies for the wait. I can assure you, on my honor and professional reputation, there are no bruises or wounds on them—not even minor injuries. They were complaining of pain, but upon examination, I found nothing wrong."

At this, Darlene emerged from the restroom, anxiously running towards the group.

"She really did hit us! I feel pain in my chest, stomach, back—everywhere hurts! How is it possible that you can’t find any injuries?"

Angela, having finished changing, also suspected foul play. Logically, if Rosemary had hit them so hard, there should be some visible signs of injury—at least some bruises.

If the doctor was hired by Sampson, she would suspect that he had bribed the doctor.

But Dr. Alan was known for his honesty and never bowed to any influential figures. Both families had known him for years, and he always told the truth about any medical conditions.

Once, Angela tried to bribe him with a million dollars to get a sick note so she could take a month off school, but he declined.

How could such a person lie?

But if he was telling the truth, how could Rosemary hit them so hard without leaving even a single bruise?

Angela ran to her parents, anxiously insisting,

"We really are hurt! If you don’t believe us, we can go to the hospital to check."

Upon hearing this, her father slapped her harshly.

"Enough with these antics! When will you stop?"

The sound of the slap was so crisp, it startled even Darlene. She never expected Angela’s father to be so harsh.

"What on earth have you two been doing? First, you claim Mr. Sampson’s niece attacked you, then you insist on getting a medical examination. What is going on?"

Darlene’s father also demanded sternly,

"Speak up now!"

Both girls were so scared they couldn’t speak. Angela covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Let me explain," Sampson, sitting in his chair, finally spoke.

"Today is Christmas Eve, and I brought my niece to my ski resort for some fun. Then these two young ladies approached and provoked her, claiming that my niece was the reason I was invited to this event, and even insinuating that she has been used and abused numerous times."

At these words, the parents of Angela and Darlene were stunned, a mix of fear and anger coursing through them.

"When they harassed my niece on the cruise last time, I warned them to be mindful of their actions and their surroundings. Today, they told my niece they thought this was a good occasion and started to bully her."

At Sampson’s ski resort, they dared to say such things about his niece—and even attack her!

The parents of Darlene and Angela were furious to the point of faintness. They each scolded their children.

"Are you out of your minds? What kind of nonsense are you spouting? You already troubled the girl once and Mr. Sampson saw it, yet you didn’t learn your lesson. She’s here today to enjoy her uncle’s ski resort. What business is it of yours?"