As soon as she opens her mouth, he would rush down to hold her in his arms, offering comfort and embrace!
Three minutes passed...
Five minutes passed...
Over a dozen cigarettes had burned out at his feet, not smoked, some just lit and thrown to the ground.
Seven minutes passed...
The person on the sofa remained motionless.
Cole O'Connell's hand shook slightly, he strode downstairs, discovering that Yulia O'Connell was holding herself tightly, eyes shut, her little face pale.
"Jade, Jade"
In the bedroom.
"Master, Miss was poisoned when she attempted suicide before, the residual poison hasn't subsided completely, and she was shocked which caused this, but she's in no grave danger now," the butler said.
Cole O'Connell's hands were on either side of the bed, staring intently at the woman on the bed. The incident of the suicide by poisoning was a constant trigger on his nerves, anger evident.
"Keep an eye on her," Cole O'Connell turned and went downstairs.
