GoodReadChapter 214 Chapter 214: Morris stared at it with visible dread, his unease growing. The thought of its bitterness made him cringe-there was nothing he hated more. As regret for agreeing to take the medicine washed over him, Khloe gave a lighthearted smile.
"This one is bitter. Maybe next time, you can add ssugar to make it sweeter." Hearing this, Morris squared his shoulders and steeled his resolve. He was determined to maintain his tough-guy image and couldn't bear the thought of Khloe discovering his aversion to bitterness, especially not during their first meeting.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith a resolute breath, Morris downed the bowl in one gulp and forced a smile. "Bitter? Not in the slightest. I'd gladly have another." "That's great! In that case, next time..." Khloe began, but before she could finish, Morris suddenly clutched his chest, his face twisting in pain. To everyone's shock, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Chaos erupted instantly as shock rippled through the room. Hurst's panicked voice cut through the silence. "Sir, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Henrik was by Morris' side in an instant, holding him steady as his body wavered.
Eric rushed over, his face a mask of fury. "Khloe, what did you do? What did you give him? Are you trying to kill my grandfather?" Standing off to the side, Sloane couldn't hide the smug glint in her eyes.
Khloe's initial shock melted into calm resolve. She stepped forward, reaching for Morris. “Lettake a look at him." Eric's eyes blazed with anger as he grabbed her wrist. "Stop pretending, Khloe! Who knows if you planned this? You have the audacity to act concerned now?" "Let her go," Henrik ordered, his glare like a blade.
Eric flinched but stubbornly stood his ground. He had a solid argument, even if it meant taking this to a Watson family meeting. Watching Henrik and Khloe's public display of affection earlier had left him burning with jealousy, and now he wasn't about to let this chance to corner Khloe slip away.
Eric gritted his teeth. Despite his fear of Henrik, he was unwilling to back down. "Uncle, you can't blindly protect her. Look at Grandpa-he's like this because of her. He even coughed up blood. How can you trust her? What if she's been planted here to harm him?" Dive into fiction with galnov☐☐Henrik's expression turned stormy, his voice slicing through the air like ice. "Eric Watson!" "Uncle, you're supposed to be my family, yet you're completely biased! I won't stand by and let you hurt Grandpa any further!" Eric declared in a tone of righteous determination.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Let Khloe examine me!" Morris croaked, his voice frail but commanding enough to silence the room. Eric's face twisted in disbelief. "Grandpa, how can you still trust her? She's the one who caused this!" Struggling for breath, Morris raised his voice. "I trust Khloe. She wouldn't hurt me. Let her check." Henrik turned his piercing gaze on Eric. "You heard him. Let her go."
Though clearly unwilling, Eric had no choice but to release his grip obeying Morris' ris' command and succumbing to Henrik's pressing authority.
Khloe wasted no time, stepping forward to check Morris' pulse. Her brow furrowed as her expression turned grave. After a brief moment, she straightened and addressed Henrik. "This isn't good. There's a problem with his blood vessels."
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