My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 487

When I went upstairs, l saw Florence lying on the bed with a towel on her forehead. So, I walked over and asked, "Are you sick?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little dizzy."

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, so I touched her forehead to check her temperature, only to find that it was rather warm. When I was busy checking up on her, she quickly realized that my mother had probably mentioned something to me, so she casually probed, "Did Mom tell you?"

"Yeah, she told me you were quarreling with my brother again."

She sighed at those words, an exasperated expression appearing on her face. "I'm so sick of his suspicious nature. If this goes on... I'm thinking of divorce."

Clair had always been suspicious that his wife yearned for the past.

He believed that she still had feelings for her previous lover.

At this moment, I didn't know how to comfort Florence, especially since her husband was my brother. I could not advise her to follow her heart because doing that would spell disaster for their relationship.

Unfortunately, Clair and Florence constantly quarreled with each other because of this issue. It might be that the incident back then had left a deep impression on him, causing him to believe that his wife's feelings for him weren't sincere.

"Clair is just too in love with you. I will talk to my brother about this later. I'm sure he'll listen to me."

Florence removed the towel from her forehead and murmured, "I'm going back to Sundew in a bit. I'm not trying to avoid him. I just simply don't want to see him again."

I quickly tried to persuade her otherwise, "Florence, calm down! Avoiding the issue is not the solution. What you and Clair lack is communication. That's why he is always so suspicious of everything! I know what a man is like when they're jealous. They act as though the entire world has wronged them! Please stay. I'll come up with a solution for you!"

She ignored me. I could tell right then that her mood was worse than ever. Clair probably said something last night that hurt her feelings greatly.

I held her hand and said nothing more. Then, I went downstairs after keeping her company for some time. I was greeted with the scene of my mother chatting with Robert.

Therefore, I ambled over and joined in on their conversation. "What are you talking about?"

My mother replied with a smile, "We were chatting about the usual stuff. How is Florence? Is she feeling better? I don't even dare to approach her lest I upset her further."

I lied, saying, "She's doing fine. It's just that she is feeling under the weather."

My mother quickly stood up and exclaimed in concern, "I'll make some warm green tea and oatmeal porridge for her immediately. I'll ask Clair to accompany her to the hospital if that doesn't work."

"Okay. I'll be going home to care for the children."

I waved goodbye. "Bye, Robert!"

Robert made a sound of acknowledgment and commented, "I like it here."

That's great! I'm glad you like it!

After I departed from Felix's Villa, I originally planned to head straight home. However, I decided to call Shawn when I recalled the matter regarding Rudy earlier. I immediately questioned Shawn as soon as he picked up the phone. "Is Rudy okay? Was he injured?"

"Yeah. He's at the hospital."

Sir should have done a number on Rudy.

I probed Shawn for more details. "Where are you now?"

"The hospital that Robert is staying at."

I just came from that hospital... I can't believe I'm going back there again...

I kept my phone away and told Joseph, "Let's return to the hospital. Rudy was injured. I'm going to check on his condition."

Still, I couldn't admit in good conscience that I was going there for Rudy.

Frankly, I was only making this trip because Shawn was also at the hospital.

Joseph and I arrived at the hospital once more. I paused for a moment just as I passed through the garden. I remember meeting that man here twice. It seemed as though I was constantly running into him recently. Was it fate?

Joseph called out to me, "Miss."

I shook off those scatterbrained thoughts and followed him into the hospital.

When I arrived, Rudy was inside the hospital ward. On the other hand, May was standing outside the hospital ward. I was astonished to see her here. Why is she here?

I hurried over, but just as I was about to call out to her, I heard Shawn's voice, musing, "There is no evidence proving that Alfred is secretly plotting against May. Although Alba's death is related to the Larson Family, we need to investigate this matter further to make a proper judgment. It's too arbitrary for you to make such a hasty judgment now."

"The incident with Alba is definitely related to him. Not only did he kill Alba, but he is now targeting me! It's only a matter of time before he ruins me!"

May's complexion was ashen, and her body swayed unsteadily. She looked like somebody had shattered something she had always believed in. I rushed over to her and quickly raised my hands to hold her by the shoulders lest she fell. Shawn's dispassionate voice sounded just as I was about to lead her into the room, "He did not target you without reason. Rudy, Alfred might be cunning, but he has his principles. There are many things in which you should not judge without evidence."

"You are biased toward him. I have not forgotten whom it was that claimed he was a cunning man whom we should avoid getting entangled with."

Shawn fell silent. Just when I thought May would burst into tears, she suddenly broke free from my support and ran away.

I stared at her departing silhouette but did not chase after her. Instead, I instructed Joseph, "Chase after her. Don't let her get into danger."

"Yes, miss."

The men inside fell silent after hearing our voices. I pushed the door open without fanfare, entered the room, and announced candidly, "May got an earful of your conversation. Why do you men always discuss this matter when you may be overheard?"

Rudy didn't reply to my question but demanded coldly, "Do you trust Alfred?"

I nodded, then shook my head. "I don't know what happened, but my womanly intuition tells me that Sir will never do anything that could make May sad. His feelings toward her are genuine, after all."

He frowned at my words and mulled over them in silence.

I took the opportunity to get a closer look at him. "Where were you hurt?"

"He received a slash on his waist," Shawn promptly replied.

Rudy had yet to recover from his previous injuries. If his body was a canvas, then it was like a layer of new paint was smeared over the drying paint. His body was going to collapse at the rate he was going.

I inquired, "Was Sir injured?"

"Did you think I'd let him get away unscathed?"

It would seem that the battle ended with injuries on both sides.

Regardless, May's opinion was the most important right now.

It was evident that there was a massive misunderstanding between her and Sir.

Unfortunately, this was something that she had to resolve herself.