Chapter 92

Henry's eyes widened with frustration. "Amelia just fucking fainted!" he exclaimed, his voice rising with each passing second.

Andrew's hands trembled as he dropped his drink, his thoughts racing a mile a minute. "Where is she?" he demanded, his voice urgent.

Henry pointed to the bedroom. "In my room," he said, his voice shaking with anxiety.

"What the hell is my wife doing in your room?" he demanded.

"That's not important now," Henry snapped.

Andrew wasted no time, rushing into the room and to Amelia's side. His eyes took in her still form, and his heart lurched with fear.

As he reached for her, he noticed that the button on her dress had been removed, exposing her cleavage.

"What did you do to her?" he demanded, turning to face Henry with anger in his eyes.

"I did nothing, nothing! She just fainted!" Henry protested, his voice desperate.

Andrew's mind was racing, and he knew that they had to act fast. "Call the ambulance right away!" he commanded, his voice firm and unwavering.