Sorry, I'm the Final Boss Now novel Chapter 159

Marguerite burst into George’s room. Their rooms were right next to each other, but she had never been inside his before.

She opened the door and saw the tall, slender man lying flat on his back in bed. A white comforter was pulled up to his chest, and an IV line was attached to his elegant hand, the pale skin showing a network of blue veins.

Marguerite’s heart felt heavy, as if it were submerged in water. She rushed to the bedside, and his handsome, pale face came into view. His eyes were closed, his long, thick lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. He was completely still, so peaceful he looked almost lifeless. Even the tea-colored mole on his nose seemed to have lost its luster.

A wave of immense sadness washed over her. "Wake up!" she pleaded. Don't be like this. I'm scared. She had already lost her parents; she didn't want to lose a good friend, too.

She knelt by the bed and instinctively grabbed his hand. It was ice-cold.

Aaron rushed into the room and saw the figure on the bed. His voice choked with emotion. "Mr. Spencer! This is all my fault!"

Theobald entered the room, and his heart also sank. His left hand worked furiously over the prayer beads on his right wrist as his gaze fell on Marguerite's face. It was the first time he had seen such genuine sorrow on her face. Marguerite's feelings for Mr. Spencer…

Marguerite’s eyes were fixed on the man in the bed. She held his hand with both of hers, trying to warm it. Suddenly, she saw his brow furrow. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he seemed to be in great pain.

Smack!

A sharp sting on his cheek brought George back to consciousness. He opened his eyes.

A beautiful, radiant face was hovering over him. For a moment, he couldn't tell if he was dreaming or awake. But a smile instinctively touched his lips. "Little princess," he mouthed. The words came out as a hoarse whisper; his throat felt like it had been blasted by a cannon.

Marguerite's eyes lit up when she saw he was awake. "You looked like you were having a nightmare, so I slapped you."

The butler, who was about to enter, froze. A chill ran down his spine. He turned and fled. "I think my appendix just burst!"

Aaron’s mood lightened considerably. "It's okay, it's okay!" Then he saw George’s face contort in pain again, and his heart leaped back into his throat. "Mr. Spencer, what's wrong?"

George closed his eyes. "You're pressing on my IV line."

Aaron was mortified.

Realizing he must look a mess right now…

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