Chapter 398 Why So Weak

Belle wanted to sit up, but her body was much too weak. She tried a couple of times but failed.

Her eyes were beginning to redden, whether from urgency or sensing that something had happened to Dorothy.

She reached out and tugged Grayson's sleeve.

"I'm asking you a question. Where's Mrs. Jenkins Senior sleeping? I want to see her."

Her voice was soft and sounded like she was about to cry.

Grayson's heart ached. He tucked Belle in properly and said, "She's sleeping at home. You're sick and can't go anywhere now, so we'll talk about it when you get better."

Dorothy was dead. They couldn't even find her body.

After the fire had been put out, Simon couldn't find Dorothy's body. All he could do was carry some ashes back to be buried in the Sylvester family cemetery.

That was why Grayson had told Belle that Dorothy was sleeping in the Sylvesters' mansion.

"What happened to me?" Belle asked. "Why am I in bed?"

She had been in a dead faint when the explosion happened a few days ag