"Madam?!"
Ramsey's pupils trembled as he saw the unconscious woman in Sinclair's arms.
"What happened to her?
How did this—?!"
Just last night, she was perfectly fine.
No—in fact, apart from that incident with the transferred poison, Madam had always been in good health.
How could staying one night in the mountains suddenly lead to this?
"Open the door."
Sinclair didn't answer Ramsey's questions.
His voice, low and icy, seemed to freeze the very air around them.
"Take us to the nearest hospital."
"Y-yes, right away!"
Snapping out of his shock, Ramsey hastily pulled open the rear door.
Sinclair carried Camilla inside, his strikingly handsome face now terrifyingly grim.
With a roar of the engine, Ramsey sped toward the nearest hospital like the wind.
Sinclair pressed a gentle kiss on Camilla's cheek, his fathomless dark eyes fixed intently on her face.
