My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 857

“Florence！”

Ernest turned pale with fright and rushed towards Florence.

He held her in his arms before she fell down.

Stanford also rushed over. Before he could ask about Florence's condition, he was shocked to see that Phoebe, who was walking behind her, fell down.

He hugged her almost subconsciously.

"Phoebe, what's wrong with you?"

Phoebe's face was pale, but her lips were purplish black. She looked terrible.

Her eyes twinkled and she was a little unconscious.

She murmured, "ouch... Ouch..."

"Where does it hurt?"

Stanford asked nervously, his heart was in his mouth.

Phoebe opened her mouth, but she was too uncomfortable to say anything. It seemed that she was going to faint at any time.

Stanford was so nervous that he almost couldn’t breathe.

His mind went blank.

"My belly hurts..."

A trembling voice came from beside him.

Florence covered her belly with her hands and looked at Ernest with great fear. "We... drank the wine given by Jensen..."

It might be poisonous.

No wonder they knocked Jensen's men out and saw the secret room inside. But Jensen was so kind and let them go.

He was not a good man, but a friendly-looking villain. He poisoned the wine in front of them.

He wanted to kill them.

Even if Florence didn't speak it out, Ernest understood.

A strong murderous killing intent spread all over his body.

damn.

How dare he poison Florence? He was courting death.

"Don't be afraid. I'll call Collin over right away. There's no poison in the world that he can't detox."

Ernest's face was pale. While comforting Florence, he called Collin.

At the same time, Stanford came to his senses.

He had always been as calm as he was. He had suffered a lot, but was still shocked by the thing Phoebe was poisoned.

He was in a mess, not as clam as usual.

But he didn't have time to think too much. He dialed Collin's number faster than Ernest.

He had a special relationship with him, and his phone number was a little different. In an emergency, he dialed a different number.

Collin’s phone would ring urgently.

In such an emergency, no matter what Collin was doing, he would immediately leave what he was doing and answer the phone.

Sure enough, Collin answered the phone within a second.

He asked anxiously, "Stanford, what happened?"

"Come to the Springs Hotel as soon as possible!"

Stanford ordered.

Collin didn't ask more and hung up the phone quickly.

"Take them into the room first."

Stanford regained his composure and took action.

He walked quickly towards the hotel room with Phoebe in his arms.

Phoebe looked at him in a daze and couldn't help smiling.

She must be dreaming.

Otherwise he wouldn’t treat her so nicely. She was lifted by Stanford.

The powerful body in his arm became weak in an instant.

Ernest suddenly stopped and stiffened.

He looked at Florence in horror and said in a trembling voice, "Florence, you haven't told me how many people are inside..."

She still had so much to say. How could she faint?

Stanford turned to look at Florence stiffly, his face deathly pale.

His voice seemed to come out of his throat.

"She has tried her best."

For Ernest, she tried her best to keep awake and hold on for one more minute.

However, the poison was so strong that neither she nor Phoebe could withstand it.

Ernest gritted his teeth tightly.

He also knew that

But he was more afraid that she might not wake up if she fell asleep.

He was well prepared for everything and could control it between his palms, but he couldn't bear that she had an accident.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if Florence couldn't wake up.

Ernest clearly understood what Florence meant to him. She was his everything.

But Stanford didn't know what was wrong with him. Why was he so scared? It seemed that the sky had collapsed.

But he couldn't even think about why.

He nervously counted the minutes and seconds, suffering every minute and second. He was waiting painfully for the arrival of Collin.

He had never thought that time could pass so slowly, one day seemed like a year.

He didn't know how many centuries had passed, Collin finally came in the dark clouds.

He was in a hurry. This was the top-level instruction. He didn't dare to delay for even a second, so he raced all the way, got off the car and ran here.

He rushed into the room and asked, "Stanford, what happened?"