Chapter 1241

"What should I do, Reynaldo? I just went to the jail to see him, but they wouldn’t even let me. They said I can’t visit him yet."

"Reynaldo, you must find a way to save Johnathan."

I came downstairs and saw Gracie wiping tears in front of Reynaldo. The series of events had aged the gentle and kind Gracie a lot in an instant.

Reynaldo comforted Gracie in a low voice, "Ms. Valois, rest assured. I will save Johnathan no matter what."

Beside them stood Braylon and the security guards. Braylon, clearly feeling responsible, kept his head down, guilt evident all over his body. It was his bodyguard who explained the situation.

"At that time, Mr. Dunlap said he was feeling very uncomfortable, with his internal organs hurting as if he was about to die. Mr. Shaffer did look very pale, and I was afraid he might be in trouble, so we quickly took him to the hospital. Upon arriving, as soon as he got out of the car, he pushed us aside and quickly ran towards the hospital entrance. Mr. Shaffer was hit by a car while trying to chase after him…"

"Yosef!"

Before the bodyguard could finish speaking, Braylon immediately growled at him. The bodyguard pursed his lips and said nothing more.

I glanced at Braylon and indeed saw blood on the back of his hand. He lowered his gaze and spoke to Reynaldo, his voice filled with guilt.

"I’m sorry, Mr. Humphrey, the task you assigned to me… I didn’t handle it well. You trusted me like that, but I…"

"Never mind," Reynaldo interrupted him in a low voice, "go to the hospital and get your wound treated. If you don’t take care of your arm soon, it might be useless."

Braylon stood still, always keeping his head down.

Gracie wiped away her tears and said, "It’s not your fault either. Who knew Johnathan could be so impulsive? He was doing well during this period, and he promised me he would take good care of himself. I never expected him to fight those bad guys; how could you have predicted that? After all, you were also worried about his health. Just blame Johnathan for never getting over Vonnie."

After Gracie finished speaking, she said to Braylon, "Braylon, it’s not your fault, listen to me, go to the hospital quickly."

Braylon still stood motionless, just slowly lifting his head, his eyes suddenly red.

He choked out, "Ms. Valois, I will definitely save Mr. Dunlap."

"I understand your heart, go, quickly go to the hospital…" Gracie, like a kind elder, patted his shoulder and urged him to go.

Braylon’s tears fell down all of a sudden. In the end, it was the bodyguards who forcibly took Braylon to the hospital.

I helped Gracie sit on the sofa. Gracie cried even more sadly and anxiously than she had that day.

"Looking back now, Johnathan’s normalcy during this time was all a facade; he had been wanting to avenge Vonnie all along."

"Sigh… How could he be so stubborn? What should I do now? Vonnie hasn’t woken up yet, and he’s like this again. The two people who were stabbed by him didn’t know what was going on. The news media reported that if a life is lost, he has to pay with his own life."

"What am I going to do? Now I only have him. If something happens to him, how can I go on living?"