CHAPTER 808: CHAPTER 808: ALARIC FAULKNER’S DEATH

At this moment, the Faulkner Family was shrouded in sorrow.

Alaric Faulkner had died from poisoning.

The floor of the hall was a mess of shards, in complete disarray. Just now, Eleanor Sterling had informed everyone of this news, causing quite a commotion.

"Master, Madam!"

The servants, in a flurry of panic, hurried over to support the fainted elder Faulkner couple.

Eleanor was relatively calm as she said, "Let’s send Grandpa and Grandma to the hospital."

Seeing the elder Faulkner couple so devastated, a complex emotion flashed in Alaric Faulkner’s eyes as he stood behind Eleanor, but he couldn’t soften his heart. He had to deal with Franklin Faulkner, the lingering threat.

Fortunately, his face was covered with a human skin mask, so his emotions were not discernible.

At this moment, Mrs. Faulkner came down from upstairs. She heard Eleanor’s words and rushed over with a tense expression, "What did you say, Alaric is dead? How could he possibly be dead!"

She had just seen Alaric not long ago, and he was fine!

How could anything happen?

"Eleanor, Alaric he... how could he possibly be dead, you must be lying to me, right?"

Mrs. Faulkner tightly grasped Eleanor’s hand, looking at her with pleading eyes, hoping to hear a satisfactory answer from her.

Eleanor lowered her gaze, "Previously, he had already been poisoned by Franklin Faulkner. In K Country, he succumbed to the poison, and everyone around me was helpless."

Mrs. Faulkner sobbed mournfully, overwhelmed with grief.

She staggered back a few steps, collapsing onto the sofa, clearly also severely impacted. After all, Alaric was her proud son, and this blow was something she could not bear.

Eleanor stayed by her side, doing her best to console her. Mrs. Faulkner panted urgently, her vision going black repeatedly.

She muttered continuously, "Impossible, how could this happen..."

"Mom, please don’t be too sad. Although Alaric can’t be here to fulfill his filial duty, he left behind two children who can still be here for you and carry out those duties on our behalf."

Hearing Eleanor’s words, Mrs. Faulkner’s sobbing paused.

She grasped onto something crucial, "Why on your behalf? Aren’t you staying?"

Eleanor let out a bitter smile, "I am also poisoned. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll join Alaric in death as a pair of doomed lovers."

This was her deliberate ploy to place herself in a vulnerable position and lull her opponents into complacency.

Nobody knew she had already found a way to detoxify.

"Eleanor, you’ve suffered too." Mrs. Faulkner stepped forward to hug Eleanor, silently shedding tears, "I didn’t expect the children to lose their father, and now they might lose their mother too. Don’t worry, I will find the best doctors to cure you."

Eleanor wanted to say that the best doctor was already beside her. They had previously been helpless; other ordinary doctors had no way.

Unexpectedly, after the previous conflicts with Mrs. Faulkner, they could now be so harmonious.

It was clear that Mrs. Faulkner was genuinely worried about her, not wanting her to meet the same fate as Alaric.

"Mom, don’t worry. Even if I leave, others will still be by your side, and the children will take good care of you."

Mrs. Faulkner was heartbroken, unable to accept the successive departures of two close people.

"Eleanor, could you bear to abandon your two children? Don’t have such thoughts, things will get better."

Ultimately, thinking it best not to further agitate Mrs. Faulkner, Eleanor said with a smile, "Okay, I will actively look for a solution."

Only then did Mrs. Faulkner feel a bit more comforted, and instead of continuing to wallow in self-pity, she said, "I need to go find a doctor. You must wait for Mom."

After saying that, she started making phone calls everywhere.

Seeing Mrs. Faulkner distracted, Eleanor didn’t stop her. Perhaps giving her something to keep busy was a good thing.