Chapter 49 Something's Wrong with Me
"Bring me the medicine, something's wrong with me."
After saying that, the call was abruptly ended.
Mary stared in confusion at the phone that had just been hung up, her brows furrowing.
Could it be a wrong call?
Didn't he hear her?
Mary pursed her lips and called Michael.
"Hello, Ms. Smith." The call connected quickly, with a slightly noisy background.
Mary said, "Mr. Montagu called me by mistake just now, asking you for his medicine. Can you go over now?"
"I'm afraid that's not possible," Michael replied directly. "I'm on a business trip and currently at the airport, Ms. Smith. Could you please help me out? I'll tell you the name of the medicine, and you can easily find it at any pharmacy."
Mary's brows furrowed, "On a business trip?"
"Yes," Michael said, and the faint sound of airport announcements could be heard in the background.
"Ms. Smith, I'll text you. Mr. Montagu suffers a lot when it flares up. Please help me deliver it. Thank you so much."
With that, he hung up the phone.
"Hello?"
Mary was stunned and instinctively stood up.
Shortly after, a message came through.
Mary felt a bit puzzled.
She had a strange feeling in her heart but couldn't quite pinpoint it.
Mary stared at the name of the medicine for a while and, eventually, decided to put on her clothes and head out.
He had been generous with money and the house. She couldn't just ignore his call for help.
Arriving at Montagu Mansion, just as Mary reached the door, another message from Michael came through with the entry code.
It seemed as if he had anticipated her arrival; the timing was perfect.
Mary's strange feeling intensified.
Nevertheless, since she was already there, Mary didn't dwell on it.
Entering the vast estate, she found it eerily quiet, with the lights casting long shadows on her.
Inside the mansion, there was no one around.
Previously, she had seen many servants and butlers here. Had they all finished work for the night?
"Matthew?" Calling out his name in the living room, she received only a faint echo in response.
After waiting for a while, Mary headed upstairs with the bag. She remembered his main bedroom, and the door was slightly ajar, with dim light spilling out. Mary pushed the door and saw Matthew lying on the bed.
He was shirtless, with the blanket only covering him from the waist down. His body was covered in sweat, and his brows were tightly furrowed as if he were enduring great pain.
Mary was stunned. What was wrong with him?
He hadn't seemed to have this issue before, had he?
Approaching him, she gently nudged him, "Matthew?"
There was no response. Matthew remained frowned, breathing heavily.
Mary opened the medicine, checked the instructions, and then brewed a cup of the mixture. She pinched his nose, causing him to open his eyes suddenly.
His eyes were clouded and unfocused as they gazed at her.
Startled, Mary said, "You're awake? Take the medicine first, then go back to sleep."
Matthew's dark and intense gaze made Mary feel uneasy, as if a wild beast was staring her down.
Mary handed him the cup.
"Take it."
But in the next second, the cup was snatched away and thrown aside. The cup landed on the carpet without a sound, and her wrist was grabbed, pulling her onto the bed. His burning body pressed down on her, and his scorching breath instantly took over her lips.
