“Artic, 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!”

car door but didn’t enter right away and instead looked to a window. After a

that, he strode toward

curling up on the couch. She felt super uncomfortable with how her body temperature fluctuated drastically. It wasn’t surprising that she

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

eyes in response. Am I imagining this? Is Arthur actually squatting in front of me? But shouldn’t he be on his

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

Sophia was wide awake. She opened her eyes,

“Put me down.”

the extended Rolls-Royce. Right then, it looked as though she was the one

was taking her, she couldn’t help crying out, “I can’t sit in

crazy?! He’s supposed to pick Emily

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

Young Master, you’re supposed to pick Miss Jennings

Arthur ordered

she sat in the car and wanted to lean against something. Seeing her limp body. Arthur immediately stretched his arm and secured her

shoved him weakly, thinking

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