The taxi stopped in front of the Bennett Family’s old house, and Bella Green hurriedly got out and ran inside.
She was still wearing her powder blue pajamas and white slippers with rabbit ears.
Rushing into the house, she saw the old lady sitting anxiously on the sofa, and Bella quickly went over to her.
"Grandma, what happened to Mason?" Bella asked urgently, panting as she supported her waist.
In the dead of night, hearing the old lady sobbing on the phone saying something happened to Mason had shocked Bella into a daze, and without thinking, she had rushed over.
"Bella, you’re finally here, Mason, he, he..." The old lady’s lips quivered, nearly breaking into tears.
"Grandma, what happened to him?" Bella felt like she couldn’t find her voice, asking urgently with a tense face.
"He had a stomach attack." The old lady Bennett recited her handkerchief, her voice mournful, utterly desolate...
Bella was almost out of breath, nearly suffocating herself.
So calling her over in the middle of the night was because Mason had a stomach attack?!
The old lady’s tone on the phone, she’d thought it was a terminal illness or a car accident and he was dying...
But it turned out to be just a stomach attack?
"Grandma, for this, you should call a doctor." Bella was speechless.
The butler, somewhat embarrassed, had to step forward and explain.
"Young Master Bella, the master’s condition is not the usual stomach problem." In fact, he was also curious why the old lady called her when the lord was ill.
The old lady didn’t explain and just dragged her upstairs.
Entering the central bedroom, Bella had just stepped in when she froze, eyes wide open.
In her sight, the man she always saw as invincible and godlike, at this moment, was curled up on the bed in pain like a trapped beast, his face pale to near transparency, the back of his hand covered in fresh blood, continuously dripping onto the pristine white bed sheets.
"He..." Bella stood dumbstruck where she was.
Wasn’t it a stomach attack, then how come...
"Why is there so much blood?" The old lady, seeing the bright red blood beads, screamed, almost unable to stand.
Mark Manning frowned deeply, utterly helpless: "The lord kept resisting, the needle wouldn’t go in, so he got injured, but it’s not serious."
The old lady Bennett’s eyes reddened, her heart aching terribly. He was her most beloved grandson, also the one who made her heartache the most.
Every time she saw him , the pain nearly suffocated her. Mason Bennett had moved out of the old house years ago to not worry her. How long had it been since she saw him sick ?
Bella stood there, incredulous, looking at the man on the bed.
Listening to their conversation, this wasn’t the first time Mason was ; was it an old ailment?
But why didn’t she know? In her past life, she never saw him ?
Indeed, in her past life, she never cared to manage anything about him. She didn’t know if he had stomach issues.
"Can’t give him an injection, can’t you give him medicine?" Bella suddenly asked.
Mark Manning finally noticed her, looking her up and down with confusion. Seeing that the old lady had brought her up, he didn’t hide anything: "This is nutrient solution; he hasn’t eaten for two days, his stomach is too weak to handle any drug stimulation."
"Why didn’t he eat?" Bella asked, slightly stunned.
And even if he hadn’t eaten for two days, it shouldn’t be this severe, right?