Sophie Brown peeled an apple and handed it to Roo Grant, asking, "Earlier, when you casually comnted on Dawn Sutherland’s future company planning, every word seed to capture its essence. Old Grant, do you have a favorable view of this Dawn Sutherland? Even knowing she’s closely associated with the Crown Prince of the Seys Family, you still have her rival against Era. Old Grant, what do you an by this?"
Roo Grant glanced at his wife and smiled aningfully, "You don’t understand."
He rely wanted to test if Dawn Sutherland was an ungrateful person because it’s well known that the CEO of Era, Arlo Seys, helped Dawn Sutherland open many doors for C.Y’s rise. That’s why he ca up with this problem to challenge Dawn Sutherland.
Roo Grant looked towards the hospital door, and Dawn Sutherland’s shadow had long disappeared. With eyes deep as a well, he murmured to himself, "I hope my girl will turn misfortune into a blessing this ti, and truly find soone good for her... Dawn Sutherland will definitely be a dazzling presence in City C....."
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In the Manor Estate.
Ariel Morris slept longer each day, so much that it made Arlo Seys worry, fearing she wouldn’t wake up.
Arlo Seys called several standby experts to examine Ariel Morris. After the examination, the leading expert sighed and said to Arlo Seys, "Young Master Seys, Young Madam Seys is suffering from a virus. If her condition worsens, I’m afraid....."
Arlo Seys’ expression was grim, and he took extra care of Ariel Morris, fearing she’d truly leave in the blink of an eye.....
Ariel Morris’ belly began to grow day by day. Today she was woken up by a nightmare.
In the dream, she saw the child being born, while she herself died on the operating table. She heard Arlo Seys’ voice questioning her departure while clutching her cold fingers—
Ariel Morris put on her shoes, her body trembling slightly as she got out of bed, and felt her way downstairs along the wall.
Arlo Seys, just coming out of the kitchen with soup, saw Ariel Morris coming downstairs and imdiately put down the soup to assist her, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"Why did you co down yourself? There’s a bell at your bedside. If you ring it, we’ll know."
Ariel Morris barely smiled, her face sowhat pale.
Arlo helped Ariel Morris sit down and handed her the soup to drink.
Ariel Morris held the soup, recalling the nightmare, and her fingers trembled, causing the soup to accidentally spill.
"Careful!" Arlo, who had been serving her, imdiately swept the bowl aside and picked up Ariel Morris’ hand to check it, his voice urgent: "Did you hurt yourself anywhere? What’s wrong?"
Ariel Morris smiled, "I’m fine, just a little uneasy. Didn’t my brother say he was coming today? Why haven’t I seen him?"
"What, missed ?" Jorge Saxton happened to walk in, his voice coming from the doorway.
"Brother." Ariel Morris stood up, her face showing a hint of happiness.
Arlo silently scooped another bowl of soup for Ariel Morris, placing it in front of her.
Jorge Saxton approached, "Drink the soup first, have you been eating well lately?"
Ariel Morris nodded and sat down. Arlo cautiously moved the soup to her hand.
Jorge Saxton glanced at Ariel Morris’ soup but suddenly noticed Arlo’s extended hand, unable to help but speak up: "Arlo, how did your hand get so injured?!"
Ariel Morris paused as she drank the soup, "Did Senior Arlo hurt his hand? How did it happen?"
Arlo’s cool gaze swept over Jorge Saxton, blaming him for being so blunt. He replied lightly, "It’s nothing, just a minor injury."
"Bring the dicine box!" Jorge Saxton ordered Camden behind him, "It’s all swollen and blistered; you call this a minor injury? What are you doing at the Manor Estate? Aren’t there servants? How could you get such burns?!"
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