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.” 

pain and suffering the Cohen‘s were put through, Mrs. Cohen

that she didn‘t have the energy to pursue things

said. As parents, the only thing we want is for our children to be happy.” Guinevere finally calmed down

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

through Chris‘ heart.

things with old Mr. Ford and make

right for her.” 

she was unfit to stay in Ford Mansion. Everything associated

keep things from Mr. Cohen now

Mrs. Cohen couldn‘t possibly handle everything by herself, and he decided

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

very late at night.

long fallen

to disrupt the slumber she

deal. Beauty was, after all, something that every woman

concern over something so major that happened in the house,

felt that she had been

his heart as he