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 the

temperature fluctuated drastically. It wasn‘t surprising that she would be sick when she had sat on the couch the whole night, coupled with her horrible mood and

stupor at this point. Just then, she heard someone coming through the

actually squatting in front of me? But

her arms, all curled up, her gaze unfocused, and in a horrible state,

eyes, having trouble

“Put me down.” 

heed to her, carrying her downstairs and all the way to the extended Rolls–Royce. Right then, it looked as though she was the one Arthur

 

realized where he was taking her, she couldn‘t help crying out, “I can‘t sit in that car, Arthur.

He‘s supposed to

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

you‘re supposed to

over!” Arthur ordered before closing the

lean against something. Seeing her

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