CHAPTER 762: CHAPTER 762: WE THOUGHT YOU KICKED THE BUCKET

Kingdom K, inside a five-star hotel suite.

Franklin Faulkner stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, answering a call.

"Mr. Fenrir, Alaric Faulkner just vomited a lot of black blood. Has the toxin in his body started to act? We’re getting married tomorrow. What should I do if something really happens to him?"

Franklin Faulkner’s eyebrows knit together, and he snorted lightly, "Don’t worry, that poison won’t kill him even after three bouts. As long as he holds on until the wedding, he’ll be fine once he wakes up."

Giselle Keating hung up the phone after that.

Franklin Faulkner looked out the window, his thin lips curving into a sinister and eerie smile.

Normally, Alaric Faulkner wouldn’t vomit blood unless something had happened to Eleanor Sterling.

For example, if she forced herself to detoxify, causing the toxin to spread, she might die before giving birth.

Alaric didn’t just have Scarlet Prelude in his body; both he and Eleanor were infected with the Heart-connecting Worm. If one has a problem, the other will feel it too.

Scarlet Prelude is a rare poison, not something that can be easily cured. Eleanor Sterling probably tried to force an antidote herself and has now succumbed to the poison.

Franklin Faulkner’s eyes flashed with excitement.

Alaric Faulkner probably doesn’t know about this yet. If he learns about it after the wedding, who knows how painful it would be for him.

Drawing water with a bamboo basket, all in vain, the most heart-wrenching pain.

Moreover, other members of the Faulkner Family will also be present during the wedding. What if he announces Eleanor Sterling’s death then?

Franklin Faulkner’s smile deepened, his expression dark and frightening.

Who knows if Alaric Faulkner’s love for Eleanor Sterling would drive him to follow her in death.

If that really happens, it would be even more interesting. Then, the Faulkner Family would lose their most outstanding and excellent grandson, and the family would suffer a great blow.

The Keating Family, in the brightly lit bedroom.

After treatment, Alaric Faulkner indeed woke up.

He didn’t seem to be in any trouble, just looked like he was waking from a nap.

Estelle Sterling and Caleb Faulkner were lying beside the bed, their eyes brimming with tears, looking extremely pitiful.

Alaric Faulkner turned his head to look at them, frowning, "What happened?"

"Daddy, you fainted."

"We thought you kicked the bucket."

Alaric Faulkner sat up, pinching his brow, "I’m fine, it might be the toxin affecting my body."

There was no other explanation.

Giselle Keating walked in, looking down at Alaric Faulkner, saying, "I’ve asked, you’re okay, so tomorrow’s wedding can still go as planned."

Upon hearing Giselle Keating’s words, Estelle Sterling and Caleb Faulkner rolled their eyes simultaneously.

This woman is truly disgusting. Even now, she’s not letting Alaric Faulkner off, forcing him to go through with the wedding.

Alaric Faulkner’s expression was indifferent as if the wedding didn’t elicit any emotional response from him.

"Since Miss Keating is so looking forward to your wedding, go and make extensive preparations." A trace of disgust flashed in Alaric Faulkner’s eyes. "Xiaoxing, Xiaoyi, see her out."

Giselle Keating didn’t expect Alaric Faulkner to resent her to this extent; his indifference hurt her.

Couldn’t they start over?

Eleanor Sterling is in the past, isn’t she good enough?

Giselle Keating took a deep breath, suppressing all emotions. She believed time would erase everything, and Alaric Faulkner would eventually forget Eleanor Sterling.

"Then rest well." She snorted, leaving the room in high heels.