Chapter 1014


    Chapter 1014


    Ste''s pupils shrank slightly as she heard this. She turned to Weston beside her. Poisoned…? It


    sounded like a groundless rumor.


    But if it was true that Zachary was poisoned, then anyone in the Ford Mansion could have done it.


    Her mind instinctively went to that rabid fan of Guinevere''s who tried to ssh acid on her, to the other


    man who made the rude entrance -suddenly crashing into her room through the window, allegedly


    losing his footing and falling from above.


    The party had been so lively just moments ago, yet they were suddenly told that the party was over.


    Naturally, this raised many questions.


    Weston’s stoic face still disyed little emotion, however.


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    Later, once everything at the mansion had been settled, he got ready to go to the hospital.


    Ste had been quiet herself, saying nothing while staying by Weston’s side all the time.


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    In times like these, thest thing she wanted to do was cause him more trouble.


    Besides, her own mind was still in chaos.She hardly knew what to think.


    Even now, she still struggled to believe what had just happened.


    Was Zachary really dead? Or could be just some cruel prank? She had a sensation that none of it was


    real.


    Completely numbed, she could feel nothing either, as if she was still unsure that Zachary’s death


    actually happened.She nced at Weston.


    His expressions were cold and intense, but he never lost hisposure.


    Perhaps even he couldn''t believe that this was all happening.


    Perhaps he was in denial that Zachary really was dead.


    Everyone got to the hospital as fast as they could.


    As there were not many people on the floor where the VIP private wards were, the vacant and empty


    lobby juxtaposed starkly with the incessant and urgent cking of footsteps of the worried Fords.


    “We''re Zachary Ford''s family," Chris announced as soon as they arrived.


    With red and swollen eyes, he seemed much more flustered than Weston.


    “Where is he?" The doctor sighed and replied, "He''s in there…” Chris immediately rushed over and


    shoved the door open “Zach??? Zach!” A sharp shriek pierced the air as soon as the door opened.


    It was Guinevere’s voice.


    "My baby..." she wailed as she sobbed and choked with sheer grief.


    “My baby…You can’t just leave me like this…What am I going to do without you???” Ste stood at the


    door, her heart tightening by the second.


    She was suddenly reminded of the day she lost her own child.


    Back then, she was helplessly weeping bitter tears, not unlike what Guinevere was going through now.


    Weston stood there behind her.


    He did not enter the room, nor did he try to leave.


    Ste was unable to describe her feelings.She felt as if she was stuck between two walls that were


    closing in upon her, crushing her till she suffocated.


    The whole ward suddenly felt like it was flooded in blindingly white light.


    Warren sat beside the bed, lookingpletely devastated.With his shoulders slumped and his head


    stooped low, he seemed to have aged ten years since Stest saw him.


    Chris rushed into the room and knelt next to the bed, gazing at Zachary, who wasying still with his


    eyes closed.


    “Zach…” hemented.


    "How did this happen? You were all fine when I saw you.How did you get poisoned all of a sudden?"


    Guinevere raised her head to look at Chris, and fresh tears began welling up in her eyes again when


    she told him," He had clearly gotten a lot better, but suddenly, he started choking up, and he couldn''t


    breathe...I kept asking him what was wrong, but he couldn''t speak.So I called the doctor for help, but it


    was already toote…”


    Her words that were punctuated by sobs left her out of breath.


    Warren, who was just beside her, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and demanded in a hoarse


    voice, “This must be investigated.We must get to the bottom of this!”


    Though he spoke slowly and his voice was low, those words carried undeniable strength and resolution


    behind them.


    Brown age spots dotted the back of his hands.


    His blue veins bulged up as he gripped the cane in his hand.It was true that the more grief-stricken


    people were, the more silent they became.


    Sorrow and despair filled the air.


    Even Wendy was staring vacantly into the air, her eyes nk and empty, not knowing exactly how to


    react to everything that had just happened.


    Seeing all this, Ste began to feel restless.She couldn''t even begin to describe exactly what she was


    feeling right now.