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

”Did he have his meal tasted?” George asked, a lot of conspiracy theories going on in his head.

As someone who lost both son and daughter-in-law, George doesn't joke with Julie's life - which was why Isabella had to pay for endangering him. Everything he took into his body in the household was first tasted by the food testers before he ate in fear of being poisoned. Julie was the remaining heir to their clan, if anything happened to him, his generation was over.

”No, sir. He was with that girl from earlier and didn't allow anyone into his room, hence the tasting didn't hold,”

George's fist clenched at the side till his knuckles turned white, he knew that girl was bad luck. How could his smart son become an idiot because of her?

He reached out and began to rub his temple, it was throbbing painfully. He asked,” What about the maid who served him. Where is she?”

”Nowhere to be seen, sir. It's as if she disappeared into thin air and that makes us conclude that she's responsible for this,”

Almost immediately, George's phone rang, ”What is it?” he growled at the head guard who had left with his grandson, hoping to God it wasn't bad news.

”We have another problem, sir,”

”What now?” He was tired of bad news.

”It's the girl from earlier. It seems she's poisoned as well and is sprawled out unconscious at our entrance, what should I do sir?”

That question weighed heavily on George. Left for him alone, he would have ignored her - the girl put his son in danger- but then the girl was no ordinary person, she's Spencer.

Although Eden wasn't as powerful as Niklaus, the man was ominous. He was like a green snake in a green grass; cunny and one might not know his intention until he strikes - where it hurts the most. Moreover, the girl was Niklaus' niece, he would surely find justice for her.

”Take her with you and make sure nothing happens to her as well,” else they would have a war on their hands.

The girl came to their place and was poisoned, her father Eden would never believe they were innocent - if she dies. In one word, she can't die, just as his grandson couldn't as well.

”Alright sir,” the call ended

With a deep breath, George shut his eyes and prayed nothing happened.

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”Where did you say Anabelle went again?” Eden asked her nanny, scratch that, caretaker, for the nth time.

”She told me she was spending the night over at Julie's place - although I did warn her against that. But then, you know Anabelle, once her mind's settled, it's going to stay that way,”

Eden pinched the space between his nose. He knew Julie, actually knew his grandfather - the person to hold responsible if anything happens to his daughter. If only he wasn't swallowed by work recently, he would have stopped her from sleeping over at that boy's place.

What was she when thinking? Boys are hormonal creatures who only want to get into a girl's pants. He didn't even dare to think about what they might have done. But God bless the soul of that boy if he dares get his daughter pregnant. His precious Anabelle.

”It's not like Anabelle to stay this late. Perhaps we should call the boy's residence?” Camille suggested and added, ”And your phone is ringing,” she reminded her absent-minded husband.

”Sorry,” He glanced down, ”It's Isabella?”

”Pick up,” Camille mouthed, ”She might know something,”

And Eden did as she asked, just that he didn't expect to hear, ”Uncle, you need to come to the hospital,”