Chapter 129

Hugh shouted, “Blair, you—”

“No matter what you want to do to me, at least let me send her back to her room first.”

Blair cut him off and carried Mable upstairs.

“Fuck!”

Hugh cursed. He knew he could not stop Blair, so he quickly asked someone to call the doctor.

When Blair carried Mable into her bedroom, he realized she was on an IV drip and pulled out the needle before it finished.

The back of her hand had swollen.

The doctor rushed over and gave Mable the IV drip again. He also instructed Blair, “Ms. Jefferson is very weak. To avoid further stress or strain, she’ll have to rest and recuperate for a few days at least.”

Blair sat quietly on the edge of the bed and held Mable’s hands together. He was careful as if she was a treasure.

“What happened to her?”

Mable was fine when she left. Why was she so weak at the moment?

Hugh crossed his arms at the side and replied to him sarcastically, “What do you think happened? If you hadn’t tricked her with a fake Ice Jade F