Marrying my secret admirer after my husband's fake death novel Chapter 16

Edith was stunned and anxious. She had no idea what was wrong with Justin, but judging by the look on his face, it seemed serious.

She scrambled out of the car, tugging the door open. “You don’t need to see me off. I can get home on my own. Go see a doctor, please.”

Now that she could get a better look at Justin, she saw that his chiseled jawline was already swollen.

What on earth had happened to him?

Edith couldn’t help but wonder.

Moments later, the staff of the Hawksley family rushed out in a flurry after receiving the news, hurrying to help Justin out of the driver’s seat.

As Edith brushed past him, she could feel just how labored Justin’s breathing had become–if you could even call it breathing at all.

Alarmed, she followed after them, wanting to see what was really going on.

But just as Justin, struggling for every breath, was being half–dragged toward the house, he managed to turn his head and say, “Edith, I’llhave the Hawksley driver take you home.”

Edith wasn’t clueless–what he meant was clear enough. He didn’t want her to get further involved.

She stopped where she was, nodded, and didn’t press him for answers. “Alright.”

The Hawksley estate was in chaos. Staff hurried around, back and forth, and several doctors clustered outside Justin’s bedroom.

Sarah looked on with worry and sympathy etched across her face, while Father Benedict’s features were drawn tight with sternness and blame. “Honestly, Justin, what were you thinking? You know you’re allergic to cinnamon, and yet you pay no mind!”

Sarah couldn’t bear it. “Enough, Benedict. He’s already in this state–what good does blaming him do now?”

Sarah Sheffield thought Edmund Hawksley could be so oblivious sometimes. Her son was reserved, and when he did try to be romantic, his father never seemed to get it–he just scolded. She was glad, at least, that Justin wasn’t as emotionally dense as his father.

The flush had faded from Justin’s face, replaced by his usual calm reserve.

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