The butler suddenly rushed out of the living room, shouting anxiously.
He gasped for breath as he arrived in front of Grace Yakov.
"What happened to Evelyn? Speak clearly before you catch your breath!" Grace Yakov turned pale when she heard something had happened to Evelyn Sherman.
Before the butler could speak, Chester Yale was already rushing out of the living room, carrying Evelyn Sherman in his arms.
Her petite body curled up uncomfortably in his embrace, still wearing her nightgown, but the hem was stained with a clear bloodstain, shockingly visible!
Her little face, somewhat pale, clutched tightly at Chester Yale's lapel with both hands.
Even more distressed looking than her was Chester Yale, the man holding her!
The normally composed man now had his deep dark eyes filled with sheer panic. He ran towards the door while holding Evelyn, shouting, "Get the car! To the hospital!"
The butler came to his senses and quickly ordered the driver to get the car.
