Mable looked at him, giving a faint smile. "You don't need to worry too much. This kind of pain is not difficult to endure. I've been through it many times and am fine now."Blair gazed at Mable with heartache and compassion. He could not fathom how deep her suffering had been, which required a strong painkiller injection.His heart ached at the memory of Mable writhing in bed, trembling all over during a previous poison attack.His heart suffered when she was in pain.Blair extended his hand, and his voice trembled slightly. "Mabes, come here."Mable hesitated momentarily before walking to his bedside, placing her hand in his palm. He tightened his grip immediately, pulling her into his embrace.Blair held her tightly in his arms as if he feared she would disappear suddenly. "I will do everything in my power to cure you," he said gently.Mable rested her head on his chest while avoiding pressure on his abdominal wound. She spoke in a soft voice, "It's no use. This poison ha
Looking at Blair’s intense gaze, Mable’s tone was stubborn and cold. "There's no reason. I don't know how to face you anymore."Blair’s eyes remained fixed on Mable, scrutinizing her face with even the slightest hint of emotion. "What do you mean?"He did not understand what she meant.Mable lowered her eyes and took a deep breath. "Blair, I can't face someone who wants to harm my son! Do you understand?"Mable picked up her bag and quickly walked out of the ward."Mable! Stop right there!" Blair shouted.Mable did not stop and walked away without looking back.The bodyguards outside quickly entered, not knowing what had happened. One of them asked, "Master Blair, are you okay?"Blair clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.Why did Mable think that he would harm Spike? If he wanted to harm Spike, why bother saving him?At this moment, a notion raced through his thoughts, and it all clicked into place.He picked up his phone and called Amos."Imme
Spike ignored him and carried the painting back to his room. Blair had complained to Mable before, looking somewhat aggrieved. There was an additional person in the painting now.Mable looked at Spike. "Baby, did you draw this today?"Pointing at the figure of Blair that he had added to the painting today, Spike hesitated for a moment and then managed to speak softly, "Uncle. Blair."Mable's eyes lit up with joy. "Baby, can you speak now?"Spike touched his own throat and said, "Mom-my."Spike's voice, though it was still hoarse and soft, was a significant improvement.Mable hugged Spike tightly, overwhelmed with excitement. He had only undergone one round of treatment, and the results were already effective.She could not be happier. Spike would be able to speak normally again if he continued his treatment.Pointing at the character in the painting, Spike struggled to speak, "Mom-my, Uncle. Blair. Nic-ki. Me."Mable looked at Spike with mixed emotions. He had included B
The hospital.Amos stood outside the ward, tempted to walk in and check on Master Blair's condition for a long time, but ultimately refrained. Amos felt uneasy when he thought about Master Blair's distressed expression upon viewing the surveillance footage last night.The room's lights had been switched on since last night, indicating that Master Blair had not slept the entire night. It was evident that Master Blair was truly remarkable.The surveillance last night showed his wife lingered outside the study after waking up that night. He would not have known this if Master Blair had not instructed him to check the surveillance.The study door was not securely closed then, and she had most likely overheard the conversation inside.He had been in the study at the time too, and he knew very well what Master Blair told Marissa on the phone. His wife presumably was distressed and fainted after hearing Master Blair's words.It turned out that Madam had misunderstood Master Blair,
Before Mable could finish her follow-up questions, Amos quickly interjected, "Master Blair sat in the hospital room all night. He had a high fever and is currently asleep."Mable's eyes welled up with tears upon hearing this. "He was perfectly fine when I left last night. How did this happen?"Amos proceeded to tell her about last night. Master Blair had asked him to check the surveillance."Madam, you misunderstood Master Blair. The things he said to Marissa were meant to lower her guard. He didn't want Spike to die. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have risked his life to rescue Spike and took a bullet in the process. Do you know how badly Master Blair was hurt? He-"Amos could not continue after looking at Mable, whose eyes were filled with tears.Mable bit her lip, overwhelmed with guilt. "Arthur told me about what had happened. It's my fault; I shouldn't have misunderstood him."He must have been very upset when she left last night.Amos handed Mable a tissue, feeling helpless. "Mada
Mable held Blair's hand. She was about to speak when he suddenly pulled his hand away. It was unexpected of him, and she stumbled back, causing the cup in her hand to slip and shatter on the floor. Mable froze. Her heart sank as she stared in shock at the broken cup.Oh no! Blair seemed like he was genuinely angry with her.Blair's eyes flickered briefly, and he ignored her.“I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry with me. I was wrong to misunderstand you," Mable pleaded as she reached out to hold Blair's hand again. She held tighter on to his hand, refusing to let go when he tried to pull away.Her voice trembled as if she was about to cry. " Can you forgive me, please? I promise I won’t do it again."Blair continued to stare at Mable with unfathomable eyes. His expression was cold, and he did not say a word.Mable felt even more guilty and uncertain. She hesitated for a few seconds and gathered the courage to call him. "Darling—""Let go!" Blair uttered two icy words.Mable's
Despite her fierce appearance, Tracey’s eyes were filled with concern. She was genuinely worried about his injury. Blair touched his forehead. His expression softened slightly as he said, "I'm feeling better."He turned his gaze to Arthur, who had been silent since entering the room. "How are things, Arthur?"Arthur walked over to the bedside and spoke, "Master Blair, Marissa has been restrained by Mr. Rowland. Mr. Song asked if you wanted to bring her back or?"A hint of coldness flashed in his dark eyes. "Deal with her directly. There’s no need to bring her back here."Marissa was a troublemaker who deserved to die long ago."Understood.""Is there any news from Kyle?" Blair inquired.He had instructed Kyle to capture Anthony. However, Anthony had escaped, and Blair wanted to know about the current situation. Arthur replied, "There’s no news at the moment."Blair picked up his phone, intending to call Kyle.However, Tracey snatched his phone away the next moment."You
Zoe put down her wine glass and moved closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and her voice was flirtatious as she said, "Kyle, I've missed you."Kyle raised an eyebrow and playfully pinched her chin. "Miss me? Or do you want to kill me?""Neither," Zoe replied, her face radiating a seductive smile. She kicked off her slippers and used her foot to caress his calf. "I missed you."Zoe's boldness took him aback, and his eyes flickered with surprise.He could not help but wonder if she was pretending. When did she become so bold? She rarely teased or flirted with him when they were together."You miss me?" Kyle stared at Zoe with growing interest.Zoe nodded slightly and used her fingers to draw on his chest seductively. "Yes, I've missed sleeping with you."Kyle listened to Zoe's words, amused. He knew she had a motive for seeking him out."I see," Kyle replied with a smirk.Kyle hugged Zoe’s waist and gently caressed her back. She was not wearing anything in h