Bonnie stumbled into the middle of the bedroom.

She froze in astonishment with teardrops in the corner of her eyes, as she looked at the man on the bed.

"Aren't you ... you dead?" Bonnie asked in confusion.

Sebastian threw a handful of pills into his mouth, an undercurrent surging beneath his dark eyes. "Who told you I was dead?"

"Eric," Bonnie answered.

When Eric followed in, he heard the answer and quickly denied, "No, I didn't. I'm just too upset."

"But you just said, ‘Mr. Grant has already…'" Bonnie repeated.

Eric nodded. "That's true. Actually, I want to say, ‘Mr. Grant has already been fine.'"

Bonnie was shocked and did not know what to say in this case.

It turned out that all the bad emotions were because she had thought too much.

atmosphere in the bedroom

came in and dragged Eric out of the

saying, he also gave Bonnie a box of ointment. "He had got paint on his hands, so toxic substances went along the skin into his body. Please help

"What?"

in confusion, Bonnie was

the ointment to his hands, right? How could

tried to say something, however, Rupert called out on purpose, "You

unison, the servants downstairs

a dilemma—if she did not help Sebastian apply ointment to his hands, the servants would find

the words reached Aliyah, no one would know what was going to

her teeth, she could do nothing but said, "Yes, I'm the best one. I'll go and apply

late. Eric and I are going home too," Rupert said with

by hand and the two disappeared quickly at the

the bedroom, ready to apply the ointment to

originally thought was Sebastian should be right because he was just poisoned by the

she saw his hands up

hands were as beautiful as artwork

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