Reborn: I Won't Chase You Anymore, School Prince

Chapter 372: Warren Prescott Gets Beaten

Ashley Shaw had already regained her composure by the moment Ariana Grant pushed the bathroom door open.She could be upset on her own; there was no reason to drag Ariana into her unhappiness.

Besides, this matter involved her "rebirth" secret, so she definitely couldn’t tell Ariana, lest she unintentionally involved Ariana in it.

Ashley sat on the edge of the bed, her feet dangling off, motioning Ariana over with a wave: "Come here."

Ariana walked over to her, puzzled as to why she called her over, when Ashley’s ear was already pressed against Ariana’s belly, seemingly listening for something.

"What’s going on?" Ariana gently pushed her head away and asked.

"Didn’t you say you’re eight months along? I’m listening to see if there’s any fetal movement."

"Damn! You’re messing with me!"

Ariana pushed her shoulder, pinning her onto the bed.

"Hehe, this little girl is quite naughty, let me teach you a lesson."

Ashley pretended to be terrified: "No, don’t! If you keep this up, I’ll call the police."

The two of them were interrupted by a "gurgle" from Ariana’s stomach as they were fooling around.

"Hungry?" Ashley asked her.

Ariana nodded helplessly: "Hungry, I want crayfish, stir-fried snails, fried skewers, stinky tofu..."

She listed a bunch of dishes, as if she were listing a menu.

"Alright." Ashley stood up.

Ariana thought she could indulge once more today, but then she heard Ashley say, "When I got off the car, I saw a mall across the street. Let’s see if there’s a congee shop, we can have some congee."

The joy on Ariana’s face instantly collapsed.

"Having congee on the first day in Aethelgard? Isn’t that unlucky? This is the capital, at the emperor’s feet, shouldn’t we give the emperor some face and eat something good?"

"No way, you’ll regret it once you’ve eaten, I’ll cure your regret syndrome. Let’s go, get down there!"

Ariana gritted her teeth: "Fine! I’ll have the congee! I’ll drink a hundred and eighty bowls of it! Let’s show who the real owner of the congee shop is!"

Ashley couldn’t help but chuckle.

...

Westcroft.

Warren Prescott was in the hospital.

Just two months ago, Warren Prescott took on a project with the Sutton Family, and there was an accident on the construction site.o call the police.

The group panicked instantly. Some tried to excuse themselves, some said they didn’t touch him, others mumbled that Warren deserved it.

But most were scared by the sight of blood at Warren’s mouth.

In their memory, they had just pushed him a bit.

But in reality, Warren had been struck to the point of bleeding.

They were all ordinary citizens, not daring to cross someone clearly so distinguished.

It was Warren who stopped Assistant Lowell from calling, speaking calmly: "It’s alright."

Despite hands trembling with anger, Assistant Lowell turned to find Warren, aside from his disheveled appearance, as composed as though nothing had happened.

Lowering Assistant Lowell’s phone hand, Warren swept a glance over everyone in the ward, then suddenly turned and deeply bowed to Chester Crawford.