Take My Blood

"Call Ramon," Maverick commanded in a strained voice.

"Yes, Master." The maid replied eyeing the pool of blood beneath her Mistress's limp body. The red blood stood out in contrast to the sparkling white marble tiles. It was evident something that had happened there.

"Wifey... Wife, look at me." Maverick cried tapping Avery's cold cheek.

"Why is she not answering, Butler Flora?" He asked helplessly. The old butler's heart shook at the vulnerable man in front of her. He was always collected, and cold, and his head was set. Now that he was holding his wife's unconscious body in his arms, he couldn't think for himself anymore.

"I suggest you take her to the hospital right now. Don't wait for Mr. Ramon to come to you, rather go to him." She advised with a bow.

"Yes." He replied with a sniff. Maverick carried his wife and ran out of the room with his hand holding her head up. The door was pulled open by a maid and Maverick wasted no time in entering the car. Carter stepped on the gas ped