Polly Sutton quickly ran back, Lucas Quinn was already on oxygen, and the attending doctor was constantly trying to save him.
If one fell she could still comfort herself, but with two people collapsing at the same time, Polly Sutton could only feel uneasy.
It was more like an unspeakable, mutual suicide.
Polly staggered a few steps before reaching the window, looking at the lifeless man on the bed, a surge of anger rushed up.
"Lucas Rook, what are you doing? Lucas Rook." Polly shouted angrily, if it weren't for the butler pulling her, she would have even wanted to drag him up and ask him what he meant by this, "Lucas Rook, if you really dare to die like this, you will have wronged your wife, your daughter, and even Benjamin Chu!"
"Miss, sir can't hear you." the butler advised, although he was already mentally prepared, it was still somewhat hard to accept when the day really came.
