Chapter 811

“Artie, is something bothering you?” 

“No, Grandma,” said Arthur as he came to himself. 

“Eat up then. We‘re running out of time now. We should get going soon.” – Martha advised, leading Arthur to put his spoon down. “I‘m done. Let‘s go.” 

With that, everyone traversed the hall to the parking lot, where dozens of black luxury cars lined up, and the extended Rolls–Royce would be the one Arthur would pick Emily up from the Jennings‘ residence with. 

“Artie, I‘ll wait for you guys at the chapel. Hurry up and pick Emily up.” 

“Okay.” Arthur nodded in acknowledgment. 

With that, Martha entered the car. After Arthur watched the car drive away, a bodyguard beside him urged him to get into the car. “Young Master Weiss, please!” 

Arthur held the car door but didn‘t enter right away and instead looked to a window. After a moment of deliberation, he turned to the bodyguard. “Wait here.” 

strode toward

up on the couch. She felt super uncomfortable with how her body temperature fluctuated drastically. It wasn‘t surprising that she would be sick when she had sat on the couch the whole

of stupor at this point. Just then, she heard

this? Is Arthur actually squatting in front

hugged her arms, all curled up, her gaze unfocused, and

eyes, having trouble believing Arthur was really carrying her.

“Put me down.” 

the extended

 

couldn‘t help crying out, “I can‘t

to pick Emily up in this

to disregard her as he put her in the spacious back seat next to him. “To the

supposed to pick Miss

ordered before closing the door.

woozy as she sat in the car and wanted to lean against something. Seeing her limp

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