“What can be more important than his own wedding?! Where is he? Take me to him. I don’t want to go to the chapel. I want to find him and have him go to the chapel with me.” Emily knew just how humiliating it would be if the groom never showed up while she, the bride, waited in the chapel.
Hence, she insisted on appearing hand in-hand with Arthur.
Her parents had already gone ahead to the chapel to greet the guests while she was supposed to show up in a grand fleet, where a row of guards of honor would be welcoming her arrival. How can I just show up in a random car?!
“Miss Jennings, it’s getting late. Why don’t you head to the chapel first?”
“No, I want to show up with my groom!” Emily insisted, glaring at the bodyguard. “Tell me the truth. Where is he, and who is he with?!”
“M-Miss Goodwin suddenly fell ill, and Young Master Weiss took her to the hospital.”
“Did they go with my ride?” Emily’s countenance was now beyond awful at this point, at even looking on the verge of a breakdown. To think the first woman to sit in her car to the chapel was Sophia Goodwin!
The bodyguard nodded in affirmation, not daring to lie to her.
“Take me to the hospital.” Livid, Emily drew a deep breath. “Now!”
Like earlier, Arthur carried Sophia to the emergency room after arriving at the hospital. Many of the doctors had gone to attend the wedding, so those stationed in the hospital were shocked for a few solid moments when they saw the groom rushing into the hospital with a different woman in his arms.
Sophia was given IV fluid to cool down her body. Arthur stood by her bed and took in everything, from how the nurse inserted a needle into Sophia’s arm to her frowning from enduring the pain, as well as when the nurse reinserted the needle, for Sophia’s blood vessel was too fine, causing the nurse to misalign by accident. At that, Arthur shot an icy glance at the nurse, who felt his apparent displeasure.
The nurse was sweating profusely. As if it already wasn’t stressful enough to work in front of the Young Master Weiss, he even had his watchful gaze on her. She had indeed misaligned the needle by accident because of her nervousness.
“Hurry up and get to the chapel!” Sophia shooed Arthur away, only for him to check his watch in response. Just then, his phone rang, and he answered it. “Arthur speaking.”
Master Weiss, Miss Jennings refuses to go to the chapel. She insists on looking for you.”
“Don’t let her come,” he ordered monotonously.
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