Chapter 249 He Lost His Love

"Penelope!"

"Mom!"

Ethan reached out his little hand forcefully, trying to grab Penelope, but the force of Penelope's fall was too great. Coupled with his lack of strength, he simply couldn't hold onto her.

It was somewhat difficult for Everett to grab Penelope all at once. He quickly stepped forward, embracing Penelope, but because everything happened too suddenly, he couldn't steady himself. All he could do was protect Penelope as they both tumbled down the stairs together.

He had protected Penelope really well. The stairs were not short, but when she rolled down from them, there was not even the slightest scratch on her.

However, Everett had his hand harshly scraped, even his face was left with a small scratch.

"Mr. Murray!"

Penelope's consciousness, originally a bit chaotic, instantly cleared as she tumbled down the stairs.

She grabbed Everett's hand, nervously looking at the back of his hand that was continuously bleeding, "Mr. Murray, you're injured! We need to go to the hospital!"

"Penelope, I'm fine, just a minor injury,"

Everett didn't want Penelope to worry about him, so he subtly withdrew his hand. He didn't want to startle Penelope, but he was afraid she might fall again, so he decided to carry her sideways.

Suddenly embraced by him, Penelope felt extremely uncomfortable. She wanted to struggle out of his arms, but she was afraid that she might accidentally hurt his wound. She dared not act rashly, and could only let him hold her in his arms, quickly walking towards the living room.

Just now, when Ethan saw Penelope vomiting blood and falling down the stairs, he was so anxious that he was on the verge of tears. Now that he saw Penelope was okay, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he still had some worries in his heart.

Just now, mom said that she was spitting blood because she bit her mouth. But, would just biting your mouth really cause you to spit that much blood?

Mom had said that she wouldn't lie to him, and he believed her, but he was still very worried, very worried.

Just now, Zackary had been standing at the door when he saw Penelope suddenly vomit blood and collapse. He was frantic with worry and rushed over like a gust of wind.

But he was ultimately too far away from her. By the time he rushed over, Everett had already taken her in his arms and was quickly heading towards the door.

She looked worriedly at Everett's injured hand, her eyes seemingly shimmering with unshed tears.

Seeing her like this, he was so angry he didn't know what to do. Was she moved by Everett, so eager to throw herself into his arms?!

Ha!

Was this when Everett became her new target?

She couldn't kill him and let that stupid cripple inherit his estate, was she planning to have another child with Everett to inherit the Murray family's estate?!

She really could do anything shameless for Ralph!

Zackary slammed his fist heavily onto the handrail beside him. Just as he was about to turn back to his room, he saw a large patch of blood at the staircase.

That was the blood Penelope had just vomited.

Zackary's heart tightened. Was she really spitting out so much blood just because she accidentally bit her mouth?!

But if it wasn't because of biting my mouth, then what could it be!

That woman, maneuvering among various men, was full of fighting spirit. How could there possibly be anything wrong with her body!

She bit through wherever she wanted to bite through! Even if she bit herself to death, it had nothing to do with him!

Zackary, with a serious expression, lifted his foot, but he still didn't go back to his room. Instead, he went under the window of the room he was in just now.

Beneath the window, there was a lawn, where Mr. Grant was sprawled out on his back. His chubby, greasy face was contorted in pain, and he was continuously wailing.

Zackary walked up to Mr. Grant with an impassive expression. He stared steadily at Mr. Grant, who was sprawled on the ground like a lump of pork. Suddenly, he noticed his large, white, and greasy hands.

Just now, his hands had landed on Penelope.

Zackary's eyes flashed sharply, he lifted his foot, and ruthlessly stomped on Mr. Grant's wrist.

"Ah ah ah!"

Mr. Grant let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered. He wanted to complain to Zackary, but before he could even voice his grievances, he was already brutally abused!

Mr. Grant thought that Zackary treated him this way because he had not been brave enough to torment Penelope until she cried for mercy.

He hastily stiffened his neck and shouted, "Mr. Zackary, I was wrong! Next time, I definitely won't let that damn woman off! I will definitely on her, give her a good..."

"Woo woo..."

The words that were to follow couldn't be spoken by Mr. Grant, because Zackary directly stomped hard on his mouth, causing him so much pain that he could only whimper and cry out.

The more Zackary looked at Mr. Grant's sausage lips, the more he found them annoying.

Just now, his sausage lips actually wanted to kiss Penelope!

Although he didn't kiss her, he still couldn't bear it!

Only after he had tormented Mr. Grant to the point where he could no longer cry, did he coldly withdraw his foot.

The villa butler feared that if Mr. Grant continued to lie listlessly in front of Zackary, it would only make him angrier. He quickly called the servants to throw Mr. Grant far outside.

After Mr. Grant was thrown out, Zackary still stood stiffly on the grass. His majestic figure remained motionless, as if rooted to the ground.

The villa butler was particularly worried about his condition. He wanted to step forward and show his concern, but his current appearance was truly too terrifying, he didn't dare to approach easily.

He had just thought about quietly calling Cornelia to have her come over and take a look at Mr. Zackary, when Zackary suddenly went mad, frantically scratching at the grass beside him.

The villa butler stared in disbelief at the clearly abnormal Mr. Zackary, thinking that his young master must have gone mad. He dared not delay any longer, hastily stepping aside and quietly phoning Cornelia.

"Madam, the Third Young Master has gone mad, he... he is pulling out grass, he might... he might want to eat grass..."

Zackary wasn't really wanting to eat grass, he was trying to find the diamond ring he had thrown away.

However, he had almost pulled out all the grass in the lawn below, but he still hadn't found the diamond ring he had thrown away.

It was as if, his love, was lost, and could never be found again...

Everett didn't know why Penelope was vomiting so much blood, but he could also tell that her physical condition was very poor.

He didn't dare to delay at all, he directly took her to Xavier.

Xavier was slightly taken aback when he saw Penelope, covered in blood and looking pale.

The more he took her pulse, the more furrowed his brow became.

Seeing Xavier, who was always detached from the world and carefree, in this state, Ethan's heart also lifted.

His voice was tinged with a noticeable sob, "Xavier, what exactly happened to my mom?"

"She's fine," Xavier knew Penelope didn't want Ethan to know about her illness, he spoke lightly, "She just bit in a strange way, that's why she bled so much."

Ethan admired Xavier the most. In his eyes, he was the best doctor in the world. Having said that, his heart, which had been in his mouth, naturally fell back into his stomach.

However, Everett didn't believe Xavier's words. After Ethan was taken out by the nanny to recognize medicine, he glanced at Penelope who had already fallen into a coma, and then spoke to Xavier with utmost seriousness, "Grandfather, what exactly happened to Penelope?!"