Isabella Lindsey looked at Julion Johnsons in her arms, his pallid handsome face unchanged, and the icy coldness of his body showed no signs of improvement.
"Let me take him, Miss Lindsey." The master bodyguard, this time without radiating that superior aura, instead spoke with a hint of faint sorrow.
Isabella Lindsey had no choice.
She could only hand Julion Johnsons back to him.
After all, he was a descendant of the Johnson Family, and they indeed had the right to reclaim their kin.
"If possible..."
Isabella Lindsey didn't want to give up, she said to the bodyguard holding Julion Johnsons as he left, "Please call a doctor... Maybe a miracle really can happen."
The bodyguard's body shuddered slightly, his steps hesitated just for a moment before he hurriedly left the main hall.
"Sit."
Jeffery Johnsons's face retained its initial commanding presence, but the weariness from the loss of his grandson still subtly lingered.
