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.” 

and suffering the Cohen‘s were put through,

so fatigued and overwhelmed that she

her tears away at Chris‘ words. “I feel better after hearing what you said. As parents, the only thing we

Tears covered her face that used to

through

with old Mr. Ford

right for her.” 

Ford Mansion. Everything associated with Weston could possibly

to keep things from Mr. Cohen now that things

herself, and he decided to bring

the episode, ensuring that everything had been taken care of before he finally returned to the Ford Mansion completely wiped of energy.

late

had long fallen asleep.

she was, hardly anything was allowed to disrupt the slumber

vanity wasn‘t a big deal. Beauty was, after all, something that every woman pursued.

over something so major that happened in the house, and her

she had been rather

simmered in his heart as he returned to the room.