Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit

Nonetheless, judging from Mable's condition on both occasions, it did not seem as simple.

'Could she be suffering from a condition undetectable by a blood test?

'It's not impossible.'

Tracey sat on the sofa with a look of guilt. "Mabes and I have known each other for so many years. I never knew she had any chronic illnesses."

Mable had truly scared her today.

After Mable recovered her memory, she saved Tracey from danger several times. Therefore, Tracey thought she was an omnipotent angel who could turn any adversity into good fortune.

Despite that, when Tracey saw Mable being tortured by her illness today, she realized Mable had a vulnerable side too.

Arthur looked at Tracey, crying with her face covered, and handed her a pack of tissues. "Don't be sad."

He was not good at comforting people.

Tracey took the tissues and smiled. "Thank you, Arthur."

To divert her attention, Arthur asked, "What's the relationship between Mable and Master Blair?”

He had not been in Richworth for many years and was unclear about the matters relating to Blair. Tracey answered, "They're husband and wife. Well, they're divorced, but Blair is still pursuing her." Ethan raised his eyebrow. 'Pursuing his ex-wife after a divorce? Why is he making it so confusing?' There had not been much movement upstairs, so they stayed downstairs and waited.

It was not until 6:00 pm that Blair came downstairs.

"Blair, where's Mabes?"

Tracey immediately ran up to him.

"Asleep."

"You..."

Tracey stared at the hickeys on his neck and twitched her mouth.

'You're such an animal! Given Mabes' condition, how could you...?'

"She's fine now, right?" Tracey asked.

"She should be fine."

Blair looked at Ethan and asked, "Dr. Miller, can you tell me about Mable's condition?"

"Master Blair, Tracey asked me just now, too. I'm sorry, but I don't know much about Professor Jefferson's condition."

Blair's face darkened when he heard

that. "Didn't you give her injections? How could you not know

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"It was Professor Jefferson who requested it."

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was whether there would be any side effects.

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Tracey could tell Ethan was a little hostile. She said snappily, "What do you mean? Of course, he cares about her."

"No matter what, thanks for today," Blair said while looking at Ethan. For once, he was not displeased.

"You're welcome, Master Blair."

Ethan nodded politely. "Since Professor Jefferson is now fine, I'll take my leave first."

After he left, Tracey wanted to go upstairs to see Mable. However, she was stopped by Blair.

"Mabes needs to rest. Don't disturb her."

Tracey sighed. "Okay."

When Blair returned to the bedroom, Mable was still sleeping.

She lay curled up on her side with her eyebrows slightly furrowed. She slept uneasily.

Blair leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Then, he gently caressed her furrowed eyebrows.

Suddenly, he remembered something and looked at the trash can in the room.

There were three empty glass reagents inside. Ethan had left them behind.

Blair picked up one of the more intact glass reagents.

Through the labeling, he quickly found out what kind of reagent it was.

Tramadol hydrochloride, a non-morphine strong analgesic, was mostly used for severe acute and chronic pain such as cancer pain...

'Cancer?'

Blair stopped breathing for a few seconds. He was stunned.