บททั้งหมดของ Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit: บทที่ 771 - บทที่ 780

Kyle overheard a conversation between the servant and Blair on his way downstairs. His heart skipped a beat, and he walked down the stairs with long strides. He interrupted Blair, who was about to continue his questions. "Blair!"Blair turned to look at Kyle, a hint of mockery in his expression. "Good morning."Kyle glanced at the servant on the side and said, "You can leave us and continue your work."The servant nodded and left the room.Kyle sat down on the sofa and looked at Blair. "What brings you here?"Blair picked up a document and handed it to Kyle. "Mable and I are flying to Richworth at 10 AM, so I stopped by to give you this."Kyle took the document and frowned. "Are you sure about this decision?"Blair nodded, but Kyle was worried. "Isn't it too risky?"In Kyle's opinion, risking so much to catch Anthony just did not seem worth it.Blair replied, "While it's a risk, the chances of success are higher this way."As Blair recalled his phone call with Anthony the n

That night, Spike suddenly developed a high fever. Due to his premature birth, Spike had a weak body and was prone to catching colds whenever the weather changed. Mable initially thought it was just a common cold.She gave Spike some fever-reducing medicine in the evening. Then, she stayed by his bedside, wiping his neck and arms with wet towels to bring down his temperature. By the latter half of the night, Mable and Blair breathed a sigh of relief as Spike's fever finally subsided.To their surprise, Spike's temperature rose again less than two hours later.Mable checked Spike’s pulse and did not notice any issues.The fever persisted for the whole night. Spike was fed some soft food the following day but vomited shortly.Concerned, they rushed him to the hospital. After a series of examinations, the pediatrician delivered the results to Mable."Mrs. Blair, based on the examination results, all of Master Spike's health indicators are normal, with no apparent issues," the

Doctors and nurses quickly arrived in the ward. Spike's condition, which had stabilized last night, had suddenly worsened. He not only had a fever again but also started convulsing.Doctors and nurses rushed to provide emergency treatment in the ward.Mable stood outside the ward, tears streaming down her face. She was deeply distressed.Blair held Mable's cold hand, comforting her, "Mabes, don't worry. Spike will be fine."It was heart-wrenching for Mable to see Spike's condition deteriorate since it seemed to have improved last night. In addition, the doctors could not figure out the cause.Solomon glanced at Blair, hesitant to speak.Blair and Solomon locked eyes briefly, and Blair nodded.The likely cause was the hereditary mental illness.Those who inherited the illness from the Jefferson family would experience an episode when they were children. The symptoms included recurrent high fever, convulsions, and impaired consciousness. These symptoms would typically last fo

Blair looked at Tracey standing outside the door; his expression was stern. "What are you doing here?"He had thought it was Mable.Tracey looked at Blair nervously, hesitating as she spoke, "Blair, I'm sorry. I didn't intentionally eavesdrop on your conversation. I—"Blair narrowed his eyes. "You heard everything?"Tracey nodded timidly.She had not expected Spike to be the biological child of both him and Mable. She had arranged a DNA test between them but found no blood relationship. Could there have been some mistake?Her older brother's stern expression made Tracey feel a chill down her spine. Was her brother thinking of silencing her?She quickly pleaded, "Blair, I'm your sister! Don't worry, I'll keep this a secret for you!"She had overheard her brother kept secret from Mable and was sure there was more to the story.Blair looked at her with a severe gaze. "Keep your mouth shut until I decide to tell her."Tracey nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, I won't say a word

The incoming call displayed an unknown number. Mable answered the phone. "Hello?" However, no sound came from the other end of the line. She glanced at her phone, noticing the call was still connected. She raised her voice to say again, "Hello?""It's me, Mable."A deep, male voice came through the phone.Mable's back stiffened."Anthony!"How dare he call her!Anthony chuckled softly. The fact that Mable had called his name so readily put him in a good mood. He inquired, "Mable, how have you been lately?""Thanks to you, I've been just fine."Mable's voice was cold. She might have mistaken this call as genuine if she did not know about the things he had done. "I heard your son was ill not too long ago. Is he doing better now?"Mable's expression darkened, and she asked sharply, "Who told you?"‘Wasn’t he supposed to be abroad? How did he know about our situation so well?’ She thought.Anthony leisurely replied, "It doesn't matter who told me. What's important is t