Mr. Ford is Jealous

Chapter 815 

Guinevere brandished the knife in her hands. 

Everyone around her retreated to a safe distance, daring not to approach the unhinged woman. 

There was a moment when she appeared to be in a daze. Chris seized the chance, lurched forward, and managed to grab the knife from her hands. He hugged her tight in his arms and yelled, “Doctor, quick, give her another sedative!” 

Mrs. Cohen‘s heart was in her throat when Chris did that, but she finally heaved a sigh of relief when she saw the situation finally under control. 

Due to concern for Guinevere‘s wellbeing, the doctor had initially administered a weak dose of the sedative, not expecting Guinevere to come around so quickly. 

This time, he pumped the entire dose into her without any further thought. 

Guinevere‘s eyes glazed over as she looked sorrowfully at the man before her. 

Chris‘ heart ached as he looked at the condition the girl was in... 

He turned to Mrs. Cohen. “Given her current condition, she might need to be hospitalized...” 

Mrs. Cohen wiped away the tears on her face. “She was clearly doing so well, but she‘s suddenly become like this … my poor daughter!” Chris sighed. “It‘s all my fault for not disciplining my son. No matter how ridiculous Weston‘s actions might seem, don‘t worry. We certainly won‘t leave Gwen in the lurch! She‘s Zack‘s biological mother, after all.” 

the Cohen‘s were put through, Mrs.

long night made her so fatigued and overwhelmed that she

As parents, the only thing we want is for

lay on the bed in the guest room, her face deathly pale. Tears covered her face that

pierced through Chris‘

discuss things with old Mr. Ford

right for her.” 

stay in Ford Mansion. Everything associated with Weston could possibly trigger her condition again.

impossible to keep things from Mr. Cohen now

possibly handle everything by herself, and he decided to bring Guinevere back to

been taken care of before he finally returned to the Ford Mansion

late at

long

she was, hardly anything was allowed to disrupt the slumber she needed to maintain

to think that her vanity wasn‘t a big deal. Beauty

over something so major that happened in the house,

had been rather

in his heart as he returned to the