Chapter 1511

"Tasia!"

Cameron rushed forward, tossed his briefcase onto the sofa, and crouched beside his daughter, his face etched with panic. Anastasia's eyes fluttered open, her gaze fixed on her father as blood trickled down her scraped forehead.

"Dad..." she whispered.

"Don't speak," he said urgently. "We're going to the hospital."

Cameron's anxiety was palpable. Anastasia turned her head towards the stairs, pointing a shaky finger. Rhea, who had paused halfway up the stairs at the sound of Cameron's voice, felt awkward under Anastasia's gaze.

Following Anastasia's direction, Cameron saw his niece, Rhea, whom he hadn't seen in years. Their eyes met. Rhea's lips moved.

"Uncle," she murmured.

Cameron grunted in response, then bent to lift his daughter. Anastasia was too heavy. "Give me a hand!" he barked.

"Dad, I'm alright," Anastasia protested, struggling to sit up. "Besides my head and body, I don't feel too bad."

"Don't move," Cameron chided gently.

The servants quickly arrived, supporting Anastasia and carrying her to the car. Cameron followed, the chauffeur taking his place behind the wheel. Maria attempted to enter the car.

"Ron, let me go with Tasia," she pleaded.

Cameron coldly blocked her path. "There's no need," he said, slamming the car door in her face. Then, turning to the servants, he ordered, "Show the guests out. Lock the gate, and allow no one else entry."

"Yes, sir," the servants replied promptly.

Without another glance, Cameron instructed the chauffeur, "Drive!"

Maria watched the car depart, mortification evident on her face. She knew Cameron's anger, though unspoken. A servant approached, head bowed.

"Mrs. Moore, please leave," she directed.

Fabian, who had followed them outside, looked distressed as he glanced at his wife. Maria frowned.

"Ron..." she began.

Fabian waved a dismissive hand. "Look what your daughter has done!" he accused, then departed.

Maria turned to see Rhea emerge from the house. It seemed she hadn't managed to reach the upstairs and had been forced to leave. Yet, Rhea remained calm, showing no sign of embarrassment or panic.

"Rhea, how could you push Tasia?" Maria asked, approaching her daughter. Her voice softened, a sigh escaping her lips. "It's just a pen holder. Is it worth all this fuss? Now we've even offended your uncle. Do you—"

"It is!" Rhea interrupted sharply.

"What?" Maria blinked, unsure she'd heard correctly.

"You know nothing!" Rhea spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "What do mediocre people like you know?" She turned and walked away.