Chapter 328 You'd Better Dismiss That Idea
Emily was like, "Mrs. Montagu hasn't left her room all day, and she didn't touch the food I brought."
Matthew scoffed, his mind screamed. 'Is Mary trying to pull a hunger strike? Does she think that'll make me feel bad for her?'
Matthew's good looks twisted into a scowl as he stormed upstairs.
He swung open the bedroom door, but it was pitch black inside. Standing there, he didn't bother with the light and said coldly, "Mary, you better not be up to anything that'll piss me off, or you'll regret it."
Silence. Not a peep from Mary.
Matthew's face got even darker. "Mary, you gone mute or something?"
He'd adjusted to the dark and stepped inside.
But the bed was empty.
His eyes narrowed, and a chill ran down his spine.
He flicked on the light, thinking she'd bailed, but there she was, passed out by the couch!
Matthew's heart skipped a beat, and he rushed over to scoop her up.
"Mary? Mary?" He patted her face, but she was out cold, and her skin felt way too hot.
She'd fainted!
Matthew's jaw clenched as he picked her up and bolted to the hospital.
Lucy saw them and went pale. "Emily, I told you something was off with Mrs. Montagu. She fainted! What do we do? Is Mr. Montagu gonna blame us?"
Emily was sweating bullets too. She swallowed hard. "No, it's her fault for not saying she was sick and not owning up to her mistakes. Mr. Montagu won't blame us; he'll blame her for not taking care of herself!"
Lucy was still freaked out. "But I'm scared."
Emily shot her a look. "Just do what I say, and we'll be fine!"
Lucy shrank back, nodding at Emily's stern words. "Okay, I get it."
At the hospital, the doc checked Mary and hooked her up to an IV.
She had a fever over 104 degrees. If they'd been any later, she might not have made it!
Matthew sat in a chair, coldly watching the unconscious Mary.
He was pissed and felt a tight knot in his chest.
Mary was suffering so much; why didn't she say anything?
Time crawled by, and by early morning, Mary finally woke up. She coughed and instinctively raised her hand.
"Don't move!"
But her hand was held down.
She turned her head and saw Matthew sitting by the bed, looking at her with a cold stare.
Mary frowned slightly. She finally saw him and took a deep breath, urgently saying, "Matthew, I..."
"Mary, do you think making yourself sick and starving will make me forget about what happened before?" Matthew's cold voice cut her off. His gaze was icy. "I'm telling you, even if you try to off yourself, I won't let you go. Give up that idea!"
Mary's face was pale, and she looked at him with teary eyes. "Matthew, you're a bastard!"
Her curse was weak, and after speaking, she started coughing violently.
Matthew watched her in pain, his face darkening. He immediately called the doctor to check on her.
Mary looked at him and said with difficulty, "Hypocrite!"
