Chapter 954: Fainted


    Theodore started to take action and Ernest got busy.


    Florence knew that he was very tired all day. She would always take the initiative to avoid it so as


    not to disturb him or bother him, and never asked for him to spend more time with her in the


    building.


    Perhaps because there were crises outside and she could not go out, she had a feeling of being


    locked up and was not in a good mood throughout the day.


    In her heart, she longed for Ernest to be with her.


    But she never said anything. Whenever Ernest went out to work, she was in a particrly bad


    mood. She would be depressed and her appetite was not good.


    She also slept as much as she could, and slept at least a few hours more every day than before.


    On this day, Florence was leaning back on the sofa in boredom and was about to drift off to sleep


    with a book on clothing design when the door to her room was gently pushed open a crack.


    The maid''s face was revealed.


    "Ms, Ms. Fraser."


    "Eh? What''s wrong?"


    Florence suddenly woke up from her drowsiness and looked in confusion at Yuna, who had been


    looking after her for the past few days.


    Yuna smiled and said cheerfully.


    "I just saw Mr. Hawkinsing this way from the roof. He''s gone home."


    "Really?"


    Florence dropped the book in delight and stood up from the sofa in a sh.


    Perhaps because she had stood up too abruptly, she was so dizzy that she almost fell over.


    "Ms. Fraser, what''s wrong with you?"


    The maid rushed over and held Florence up with concern.


    Florence shook her head, "It''s nothing. Maybe I''m a bit anemic and I just got up too quickly."


    The maid sighed, "You''ve been eating so little for the past few days and you won''t let us tell Mr.


    Hawkins. What will you do if you don''t get well?"


    "Come on, don''t worry. I''ll eat moreter. I''m in a good mood, and I''m sure I''ll eat more."


    Florence smiled and soothed the maid. Once the dizziness had eased, she headed outside joyfully.


    They saw each other every day, but still, every time she saw Ernest she was so happy and excited


    that it seemed like she hadn''t seen him for ages and she wanted to jump into his arms.


    Florence walked out of the room and before she reached the stairs, she looked down the hall and


    didn''t see Ernest entering.


    Instead, she was surprised to see Ernest and Timothy walking straight into the study in the corridor


    opposite.


    They quickly opened the door and closed it.


    Florence was dumbfounded. Why had he gone to the study as soon as he returned without looking


    for her?


    She felt a little disappointed.


    But then she thought that Ernest must havee across something urgent that he had to deal with


    in a hurry, which was why he had run straight to the study.


    In that case, she would... bring him a cup of coffee.


    Although they had only been apart for a few hours, she wanted to see him so much that she was


    happy to just look at him.


    Florence walked downstairs again, took the coffee the maid had made, and carried it upstairs again.


    Soon, she was at the door of the study.


    She often came to Ernest''s study. He didn''t hide anything from her and told her that she could enter


    without knocking.


    Florence opened the door to a crack and was about to enter.


    But she was surprised to hear Ernest''s snarl from inside the room.


    N?velDrama.Org (C) content.


    "How the hell did you do your job? I told you to keep an eye on Theodore. But you didn''t even know


    about him sending someone to assassinate Alexander Fraser?"


    Florence was dumbstruck and the smile on her face instantly stiffened.


    Her eyes widened in shock. She was enveloped by panic.


    Assassinate Alexander Fraser?


    Her dad had been assassinated?


    How was her dad now...!!!


    "I''m sorry, Mr. Fraser. It was my oversight. I didn''t expect Theodore to hire an assassin specifically


    to attack Alexander and let him take advantage of the situation."


    Timothy''s head was buried low.


    The Turner family had privately trained many people, which were as skilled as the world''s top


    mercenary corps. Sending them out means there would be bloodshed.


    So he had been keeping a close eye on these people.


    He didn''t expect Theodore to not use his own men, but instead hired men from elsewhere to sneak


    up on Alexander.


    Alexander came out to meet Stanford, so his didn''t bring many guards with him, giving Theodore


    the opportunity to get at him.


    "Damn."


    Ernest pounded heavily on the table. His face was cold as he said grumpily, "How is Alexander


    doing?"


    "Not so good. That shot may have hit his heart ..."


    "nk!"


    It was the sound of a tray and a coffee cup dropping on the floor.


    The sshed coffee wetted the soles of Florence''s feet.


    Her face was deathly pale, her lips were trembling uncontrobly, and her eyes were blinking with


    terror.


    Ernest shuddered, and he realized something. He rushed to the door and pulled it open.


    Ernest''s heart twitched at the sight of the terrified girl before him.


    He said hurriedly, "Florence, calm down. Your father... Florence!"


    Before Ernest could finish his sentence, his face changed.


    He lunged forward to hold Florence, who had fainted in his arms.


    Her face looked ghastly white and her eyes were closed. She was unconscious, yet there were still


    tears falling down her cheeks.


    Her body was stiff and cold. Obviously, she was in fright.


    Ernest''s brows were knitted tightly.


    Damn! He hadn''t expected Florence to hear their conversation.


    He picked Florence up, and with a sullen look on his face, he instructed Timothy, "Contact Stanford.


    Do whatever it takes to find out what happened to Alexander. We must know whether he''s alive or


    dead."


    "Yes, Mr. Fraser."


    Guilt surged in his heart when Ernest looked at Florence in his arms.


    He had been careless.


    If he had thought ahead and spotted Theodore''s movements, he could have given the Fraser family


    a warning so that they would at least be prepared.


    And Alexander would not have been shot.


    Now he had to get to the bottom of Alexander''s situation as soon as possible. Otherwise, Florence


    would be on edge and in fear.


    With Florence in his arms, Ernest strode to their room.


    Yuna was waiting outside the room. Her face turned colorless when she watched Florence being


    carried back unconscious.


    She eximed in panic.


    "Ms. Fraser, what''s wrong with Ms. Fraser?"


    "Get out of the way."


    Ernest''s face was grim and he didn''t even bother to talk to Yuna, then he walked straight into the


    room with Florence in his arms.


    And it was only along the way that he was even more rmed to discover that Florence was much


    lighter.


    She had lost at least four or five poundspared to before.


    She was supposed to be at ease these past few days, stay in the house, eat well and slept well,


    right? Howe she still lost weight?


    Ernest''s brows were knitted tighter.


    He carefullyid her on the bed, held her small hand tightly in his big hands, and whispered to her.


    "Don''t be afraid. It''s okay. Your father will be fine. Don''t worry."


    Yet Florence was still frowning and cold sweat continued to ooze on her forehead.


    She looked painful and distraught even when she was asleep.