His face changed dramatically, and he hugged her tightly in his arms, signaling the driver to speed up.
Along the way, the man stroked the woman's hair, his sharp eyebrows furrowed, handsome face somber, realizing he shouldn't have let her go to Africa...
Half an hour later, the convoy returned to the marshal's residence. Frederick and the servants were waiting outside; seeing Emma Benson being carried out of the car by the man, they were shocked.
"Quickly, call the doctor!" he ordered the servant behind him, rushing forward anxiously, asking, "What happened? Why is she like this!?"
Looking at Emma Benson in Walter Schmidt's arms, her small face ashen and near death, the butler turned pale with fright.
"Water illness." The man's face was very displeased, his voice cold and somewhat intimidating.
Frederick immediately dared not speak, hurriedly ran into the Villa House, and by the time Walter Schmidt went upstairs, the medical team was fully present.
