The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 66

Her hand hovered near the white horse's right flank, deliberately avoiding the crucial spot.

She continued, "As I mentioned before, injecting into a horse's vein at the flank isn't the best option. Second, before giving any injection, the horse needs to be calmed. If you inject while its muscles are tense, it'll hurt—a lot."

As Paisley spoke, she raised her hand and lightly tapped the spot she had been avoiding. "Like this." The white horse then reacted instantly, letting out an uneasy whinny.

Her pat had been light this time, so the horse's discomfort wasn't as intense. Even so, it was enough to startle the onlookers.

After all, they'd seen with their own eyes how wild this horse had been earlier, throwing Marissa off with all its might. Spoiled and pampered their entire lives, they were still shaken by the memory.

"Oh, look at that—the proof is right here," Paisley smiled faintly as she parted the dense hair on the horse's flank. Two small puncture wounds came into view.

The wounds were about one millimeter in diameter, with only a faint trace of blood seeping at the edges. The dense coat had hidden the wounds so well that they were nearly invisible to the naked eye.

At that moment, the horse's caretaker also noticed the wounds and said, "Wait a second. Why are there two wounds on the horse's flank? Those weren't there before."

These horses were bought at a premium price and treated like royalty. There was no way this could have happened under normal circumstances. Even a needle used for a vein injection wouldn't leave such noticeable marks.

The caretaker's words seemed to click with the crowd. One of them pondered, 'Yeah... How could there be two wounds on the horse's flank out of nowhere?'

Paisley turned calmly toward Marissa and asked, "Well, Ms. Prescott, care to explain?"

"Explain what? I'm the victim here..." Marissa murmured as she avoided Paisley's gaze, inching closer to Dominick.

Early on, when Marissa saw Paisley's hand hovering around the white horse's rear, she had a sinking feeling in her gut. At the time, Marissa had been very discreet, and since everyone was focused on Paisley, that was when she had steeled herself and jabbed the horse's backside.

Marissa figured that even if there were cameras nearby, there was no way they could have caught it clearly. She always seemed to have a way to justify herself.

Marissa's face turned pale in an instant, and she quickly made up an excuse. "That brooch must've fallen off when I was thrown off the horse. The blood on it is mine."

Paisley didn't argue further. She simply nodded in silence. "Hmm."

At this point, she figured those who needed to understand already did, and there was no need for her to say more.

Paisley thought that if anyone insisted on pushing it further, they could always have the blood on the brooch tested to see if it was from a horse or a person. But then again, there was really no need.

Paisley knew very well that Marissa had panicked this time, which was why she resorted to such a clumsy scheme. Paisley couldn't help but think how mindless the attempt was, yet Marissa still had people backing her, people who were willing to believe her.

So, Paisley only said what she needed to clarify. As for what the others thought, she couldn't care less.