“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!”

looked to a window.

that, he strode

was curling up 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

stupor at this point. Just then, she heard someone coming through the door, and very quickly, a deep male voice followed.

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

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

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

“Put me down.”

paid no heed to her, carrying her downstairs and all the way to the extended Rolls-Royce. Right then, it looked as

couldn’t help crying out, “I can’t

he gone crazy?! He’s supposed to pick Emily up in

in the spacious back seat next to him.

you’re supposed to pick Miss Jennings

over!” Arthur ordered before closing

she sat in the car and wanted to lean against something.

wrong.” Sophia shoved him weakly, thinking she was about to make a dire

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