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

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 night, coupled with her horrible mood and state.

stupor at this point. Just then, she heard someone

in response. Am I imagining this? Is Arthur actually squatting in front of me? But shouldn‘t

how Sophia hugged her arms, all curled up, her gaze unfocused, and in a

awake. She opened her eyes, having trouble believing Arthur

“Put me down.” 

heed to her, carrying her downstairs and all the way to the extended Rolls–Royce. Right

 

couldn‘t help crying out, “I can‘t sit in that car, Arthur. Put me

supposed to pick Emily

her in the spacious back seat next to him.

Young Master, you‘re supposed to

car over!” Arthur ordered before

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

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