NovelEnglishChapter 804
"I've got painkillers! Get these into him, quick!"
Marguerite fumbled with the bottle, pulling out two tablets and rushing to Silas, but it was too late.
The pounding in his head had already taken its toll. Just as Marguerite and the others made a dash towards him,
Silas had already slipped into unconsciousness.
Yet, even as his eyes fluttered shut, his gaze was fixed on Marguerite.
Violet's voice broke with desperation, "Marguerite, it's too late! Call 911! Hurry!"
Marguerite's hands shook as she dialed the emergency number, her voice steadying only as she gave the
address.
Even as the paramedics loaded Silas onto the ambulance, she was in a daze, her feet itching to follow them
inside. But she watched as Violet climbed in first, tears streaming down her face as she hovered by Silas's side.
Marguerite hesitated.
She stood there for what felt like an eternity, only snapping back to reality as the ambulance disappeared down
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The guests who'd cfor the engagement party were ushered out by the butler, Maurice nowhere to be found.
Feeling a profound sense of loss, Marguerite sought out Penelope and Jocelyn, her face a mask of detachment.
"Mom, Jocelyn, let's head out too," she said quietly.
Jocelyn sighed, her eyes meeting Marguerite's. "Marguerite, what's the nof Violet's fiancé again?"
"Silas. Why?"
There was a watery concern in Jocelyn's eyes. "I don't know why, but I'm worried about him. You think he'll be
alright?"
Penelope considered this, then looped her arm through Jocelyn's, steering her towards the parking lot. "If you're
worried, we should drop by the hospital."
"Is that appropriate? We're not exactly family. Wouldn't it be strange to just show up?"
"It'd be stranger if we didn't, given our ties with the Reed family," Penelope replied.
Marguerite trailed after them in silence. Deep down, she wanted to go, drawn inexplicably to the man she'd only
met a handful of times.
But she was scared too. Knowing he was Violet's fiancé made her wary of getting too close.
So when Penelope parked outside the hospital, Marguerite turned to them and said, "Mom, Jocelyn, you go
ahead. I'll wait down here."
Neither Penelope nor Jocelyn seemed to notice anything amiss as they headed inside.
Marguerite found a spot on a bench, her gaze unfocused as she watched the world pass by.
She'd been in and out of hospitals for years. When her grandmother fell ill, she was there almost daily. Then,
after Frederick and Teresa passed, her own bouts of illness made the hospital feel like a second home.
But today, she couldn't bring herself to go near the emergency room.
She was worried about Silas, yet she couldn't bring herself to see him.
She sat there for what seemed like hours until she saw Penelope and Jocelyn emerging from the building.
Marguerite hurried to meet them, anxiety bubbling up, "Mom, Jocelyn, how's Silas?"
Jocelyn exhaled, relieved. "Silas is alright, but Violet... she's not doing so well." Marguerite blinked in confusion,
"What happened? Is Violet sick too?"
Penelope shook her head, exchanging a glance with Jocelyn before looking back at Marguerite.
"No, it's not that. When Silas woke up, he told Violet they should hold off on the wedding."
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