Chapter 811


    As soon as Ruben said that, he came into the living room, and Morgan quickly gave him a signal.


    With a bag in his hand, Ruben asked confusedly, "Morgan, what''s wrong with you?"


    Morgan was choked speechless.


    How could there be such an insensitive man? Urgh.


    Meanwhile, ine got up from her dining chair and hurried to the living room, calling, "Mr. Lawson."


    Ruben was shocked to see her. "Why are you still here? Didn''t you run away already?"


    "Oh. About that, I did run away, but I was caught." Then, she asked him for help, "Mr. Lawson, why


    don''t you take me out of here?"


    Knowing that it was Vincent who brought her back, Rubenughed dryly and said, "Ah, I''d better not


    meddle in you guys'' business."


    He didn''t have the guts to stand up to Vincent.


    Nevertheless, ine did not expect Ruben to really take her out of here.


    Then, remembering what he had shouted outside, she asked curiously, "What did you say just now


    outside? What matter has to do with me?"


    "Oh, that. Right, it does have something to do with you."


    Finally, Ruben remembered why he was here and hurriedly said, "Well, remember your fiance is


    being locked up at my ce? When you left this morning, he was still there. And guess what


    happened?"


    "He''s gone I suppose?"


    "Yep, that''s right!"


    Instantly, the color drained from her face. "Wh-what happened to him?"


    Could it be that Vincent had killed Allen in a fit of anger?


    "He ran away." Ruben pouted. "When I wasn''t paying attention, he escaped through the window."


    ine was surprised to hear that and she didn''t say anything back.


    Seeing that, Ruben approached her and asked, "Why do you look happy?"


    "Huh? I look happy?" She rolled her eyes at him.


    "Then why aren''t you saying anything?"


    "What do you want me to say?" "Well, you gotta say something. If you want us to let your fiance go,


    then we won''t look for him. But if not, well pursuit him."


    Upon saying that, he just shrugged and added, "It''s all up to you."


    "What will you guys do to him if he''s back?"


    "What do you think?"


    "Uh, I don''t know. Are you guys gonna... kill him?"


    Ruben just smiled and said nothing.


    "You guys don''t seem to care about people''s life though. If he''s caught, he''s likely gonna be dead..."


    she muttered,


    "What did you say?" Ruben dug his ear.


    "Nothing," Shaking her head, she continued, "It''s up to you guys. I have nothing to do with him


    anymore."


    Hearing that, Ruben squinted at her as if considering whether she was telling the truth.


    In the meantime, Vincent walked toward them and gave Ruben a frown. "What are you yelling


    about?"


    "Oh. I''m here to tell you that Allen has run away..."


    Vincent sneered. "Tsk, you can''t even guard that useless man, huh?"


    Ruben was embarrassed and argued, "Well, I was negligent indeed. But I didn''t expect him to cut


    his hand off the handcuff and slipped away through


    the window!"


    Saying that, he opened the bag in his hand.


    Taking a nce at it, ine suddenly screamed.


    It was a bloody hand.


    Immediately, she got goosebumps and broke into cold sweats. Staring at the hand in the bag, she


    went stiff.


    She had never seen such a bloody thing in her life.


    The only time she had ever witnessed a bloody scene was when Vincent killed Bob.


    Thinking that the broken hand belonged to someone she knew... she felt cold all over.


    Soon, she just widened her eyes at the human remnant and trembled.


    When Vincent found that something was wrong with her, he was furious and shouted, "Take that


    away!"


    Only then did Ruben notice that ine''s face was unusually pale. He didn''t expect her to have such


    a big reaction though. Quickly, he closed the bag and said, "Okay, okay. I''ll take it away. But it''s just


    a hand. Why get so scared..."


    She was really an innocent girl who hadn''t experience much.


    If she knew about Vincent''s dark past, she would definitely be scared to death!


    Meanwhile, ine just widened her eyes in horror and there was a buzzing sound in her head.


    Without notice, the world cked out in front of her and she fell to the ground.


    Vincent was startled and hurriedly caught her. " ine?"


    But she just closed her eyes andy still.


    Ruben was shocked too, eximing, "No way, did she seriously fainted..."


    Before he could finish that, Vincent''s sharp gaze swept over him, and he shut up promptly.


    At the same time, Morgan came to his senses and advised, "Sir, please put Miss Jacob on the


    sofa."


    Then, he called to the servant, asking them to call the family doctor. "Hurry up! Go and call Dr.


    King."


    Later, when Mark arrived at the vi in haste, Morgan was already awaiting him by the door. He


    even ran over to open the door for Mark.


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    "Dr. King, you''re finally here. Hurry up. Mr. Bradbury is quite worried."


    Mark just got out of the car and Morgan had pulled him into the house.


    "What''s going on?" Although he got the call, no one told him what happened over the phone.


    Upstairs, he saw that in the spacious bedroom, Vincent was quietly sitting by the bed, watching the


    woman lying on the bed. He held her hand and stared at her face gently.


    Mark was taken aback.


    He had seen Vincent being irascible, cold, inhuman, and so on, but never had Mark seen him like


    this before.


    Vincent looked patient and gentle.


    That kind of temperament was not supposed to be seen on him.


    Eventually, Mark cleared his throat. "Ahem."


    Sitting still, Vincent looked up and said, "Come in."


    Mark then went straight to the other side of the bed and examined ine carefully.


    Upon checking, he concluded, "She''s having a fever, and her temperature seemed rather high."


    Immediately, Vincent asked worriedly, "Is it serious?"


    "Nah, it''s not serious. She just needs to take some medicine and she''ll be fine." Nheless, just in


    case, Mark took out a thermometer and wanted to measure ine''s body temperature. Lifting the


    quilt, he was about to pull her cor down.


    Right then, Vincent stopped him and said, "Let me do it."


    Mark shot him a nce. "Are you sure? But I''m the doctor here... never mind, you can do it."


    Handing him the thermometer, Mark asked, "How did she pass out anyway?"


    Vincent didn''t reply.


    Looking up, Mark saw that he was pulling down the girl''s cor, looking a little dazed, and the tip of


    his ears had gotten red somehow.


    "Hey. What are you looking at?" Mark sounded astonished.


    "Ahem, nothing." Vincent lowered his gaze in difort.


    Then he put the thermometer in ine''s armpit.


    Standing by the side, Mark was kind of choked speechless.


    Was Vincent looking at the girl''s... breast just now?