“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!”

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

he strode

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

Just then, she heard someone coming through the door, and very quickly, a deep

eyes in response. Am I imagining this? Is Arthur actually squatting in

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

was wide awake. She opened her eyes, having trouble believing Arthur was really

“Put me down.”

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

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

He’s supposed to pick Emily up

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

Young Master, you’re supposed to pick Miss Jennings

Arthur ordered before closing

to lean against something. Seeing her limp body. Arthur immediately stretched his arm and secured her

Sophia shoved him weakly, thinking she

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