Chapter 472 - Four Hundred And Seventy-two: She Cant Die (1/2)

The third point of view:

Isabella was proud of herself for the fact that she could control her emotions. Control, balance, what was life without it?

But then, the instant she saw Anabelle throw up blood, that control chattered the way a chandelier would upon touching the ground.

Her mouth opened wide and her lips trembled as she called that name, ”Annabelle!”

It was almost as if everything happened in slow motion, one moment her cousin was standing, the next she was falling.

Isabella quickly caught her in mid-fall, ”Annabelle!” She shook her but the girl was unresponsive, vomiting black blood instead.

”Shit, fuck it!” Isabella cursed, with no clue what to do. She was highly intelligent, but it seemed that moment that everything she ever knew flew out of her head.

Isabella realized she had to do something, but what could she do? She needed help. So she laid Anabelle down and went to the gate, pushing and banging on it hard, shouting, ”Help! somebody help me!”

However, she didn't have to knock for long since a car was driving out.

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George sat in his office, fuming in anger. How dare he? His grandson he had trusted so much, made a big fool of him. He had trusted him and gave him the best gift by choosing the woman suitable to be his queen and this is how he pays him back?

Immediately, his door was flung open as one of his men entered without even a knock, how rude!

”How dare you -! ” the man was just about to scold him when the man announced.

”Sir, we have a problem!”

”What is it?”

”It's the young master, sir, he -”

George didn't need to wait for the man to finish his narration because he was already on his feet, heading out of the door.

The guard followed closely as they arrived at the holding room where he had ordered Julie to be kept. The holding room was simply a room with no windows - so Julie would not escape - and an iron door - he could not pick easily. The room was always used for grounding; silence was a form of mental torture.

And on the bed laid the pale looking Julie with black blood staining his shirt.

”I think he's been poisoned,” the head of security announced to the old man.

”Then what are you still waiting for? Take him to the hospital!” George's body trembled with fury, ”If anything happens to him, you should know you won't return here alive!” he threatened them.

The old man was scared - he lost the boy's parents, he couldn't lose their child as well.

”And you!” he turned to the nearest man beside him, ”How did this happen? Is this how relaxed you guys are about the security around here?!” He bellowed

”Of course not, sir! We have been quite stringent about security. This has to be inside work!”

”You're saying one of my people poisoned my grandson?”

”Yes sir, I just heard from one of the maids that the young master was served food. It couldn't be a coincidence that this occurs shortly after that,”