Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 2322

Chapter 2322

At Anthony's remark, Francesca's face drained of all color. “A deadly poison? Could it be Danrique?”

Meanwhile, Anthony's expression was solemn. “General Jablonski didn't say, but it's likely him. Otherwise, why would the Lindberg family search for renowned doctors with such fanfare? Who else is so important other than Danrique?”

Francesca's brows furrowed. ”They won't be able to find my master. He happens to be in seclusion these few months.”

Every once in a while, Dr. Felch would go into the mountains and seclude himself to research medicine, refusing to meet anyone. In such a situation, no one would be able to find him except his apprentices or close friends.

Hearing that, Anthony regarded her timidly. “What should we do, then? Are you planning to interfere in this matter?”

Francesca went silent. Back then, Danrique's fight with the president resulted in Layla and Lincoln dying a tragic death. From that moment on, she swore that she would never again be involved in any political battles or meddle in things that had nothing to do with her.

Indeed, she kept her word.

For over a year now, she and Anthony had been living in seclusion in the mountains with the triplets, giving no mind to the world's affairs and keeping out of everyone's grievances and fight.

However, something had happened to Danrique once more though it had only been a year.

Can I really sit back and do nothing?

She stared at her three adorable children, feeling conflicted beyond words.

No matter what, he's their father. If they were to learn that I did nothing to save him when they'd grown up in the future, would they hate me? But if I do go and save him, I'd be embroiled in the mess again.

Cradling her forehead, she plunged into a dilemma.

“Don't be so panicked. Perhaps things aren't as we think. Maybe it's someone else who's sick,” Anthony comforted softly.

“About everyone in the Lindberg family is dead, so could else could it be if not him?” Francesca retorted.

“Uh...” For a moment, Anthony had no words to refute that.

“Forget it. I'm not going to care about him and his end. What has it got to do with me?” Francesca huffed in a fit of rage.

She continued tinkering with her herbs.

“Yes, yes, you made the right decision. Don't care about him and just live our lives,” Anthony hurriedly seconded. “I'll go and see whether Mdm. Parker is done cooking dinner. She's making chicken stew tonight.”