My Flirtacious Husband novel Chapter 841

Chapter 841 Food Poisoning

“What about Aunt Jojo? Do you think she likes him?” Genevieve inquired after a short pause.

“Well, she lets him in every time and even asks him to stay back for meals, so I guess she likes him too. That's not what she's like with Uncle Tim. Aunt Jojo is always moody when she sees him and even asks the guards to chase him away.”

Genevieve massaged her temple, feeling an incoming headache.

Johanna must be wholly disgusted by what Timothy did. What do I do if she falls in love with other men?

Suddenly, the housekeeper's shrieks came from outside the room. “Find a way to prevent Aunt Jojo from falling for that man. Do your best, okay?”

The abrupt end of the conversation left Lucian speechless.

How would I find a way for that!

Meanwhile, Genevieve swung the door open and ran out, only to see the other housekeepers rushing into Herbert's room, so she also fastened her pace.

When she reached the room, she saw how pale Herbert's face was, and he was coughing violently. A gush of blood spewed from his mouth and stained his pillow red.

The housekeepers were all horrified.

Darting to the bed, Genevieve took a handkerchief and wiped the blood on the corner of Herbert's mouth. “Get a stretcher,” she instructed the housekeepers calmly.

“I already called the doctor over,” one of them informed anxiously.

“Old Mr. Zeigler's condition is not looking good. He just coughed up blood, so we need to send him for a check at the hospital. Quick! Get me a stretcher. Get two bodyguards here too.”

Two housekeepers nodded and dashed out to carry out the orders. One went to get the car ready, while the other went to bring in the guards.

As trained ex-members of the military, they got everything sorted quickly. They brought a stretcher, put Herbert in the car, and rushed him to the hospital, with Genevieve following behind.

The others also teared up when they heard her words and started thinking of the worst.

Seeing how his cousins were on the verge of crying, Miles massaged his temples and consoled them.

The lot quietened down after Miles assured them.

They stood outside the emergency room, and some squatted down as the wait dragged on into a solid two hours until the emergency room's door finally opened.

“How's my grandpa?” Miles blurted as he rushed toward the doctor.

“Things are not looking good,” the doctor replied solemnly. “His liver is very weak. It's a food poisoning case. Though we managed to flush out the toxin, he's still unconscious, so he will have to stay in the ICU.”

Food poisoning? Everyone, including Genevieve, was stumped.