Chapter 585

Alexander spoke hurriedly. When the call connected, he said, "Come immediately. Something's happened to Skylar. I'm sorry. I couldn't protect her. Come quickly. We're at Liberty Hospital. Bring Dr. Grey!"

Joe gripped his phone, his face serious. He hung up and called Paul, simultaneously instructing Howard to head to the highway.

Paul was extremely anxious. He looked at Joe, whose face was tight, then reported, "Liberty Hospital reports Mrs. Martin is unconscious. They're unable to determine the cause due to limited expertise. Given her condition, they're hesitant to transfer her."

They were unprepared for this. Alexander felt intensely guilty.

After several calls, Paul said, "Dr. Grey is already on the highway, ahead of us."

Joe hummed in acknowledgment. Glancing at Lucas, he asked coldly, "Why are you driving so slowly?"

Lucas immediately accelerated. The car sped as if flying.

Paul observed Joe. His concern indicated he was in love with Skylar, though he wouldn't admit it. But this wasn't the time for such thoughts. Skylar, a kind woman who had gone to help, had to be alright. Gloria wouldn't bear it if she found out.

Meanwhile, numerous specialists from various departments at Liberty Hospital, including traditional medical practitioners from Liberty County, had gathered around Skylar. However, besides noting her weak condition, they found nothing else amiss.

Yet, Skylar's face was ashen. Her expression remained unchanged, regardless of who spoke to her; she seemed asleep.

Harry was consumed by self-blame. He lamented, "I got Skylar into this. Find someone who can help her. Wasn't there a divination master in Liberty County? Send for him!"

Harry's attendants immediately left the room to make calls.

Alexander stared at Skylar, tears in his eyes. He said, "Skylar is incredibly kind. I simply asked if she'd help, and she agreed without hesitation. She knew the danger, yet she didn't flinch. I wouldn't have been so fearless in my youth. Viola raised her well!"

But if anything happened to Skylar, he'd be too ashamed to face Viola, or to explain to Gloria. Alexander and Harry panicked. Before Joe arrived, they, and the hospital staff, tried everything, yet Skylar's face paled further, and her temperature dropped. It was as if…

No one dared voice their thoughts.

Harry reproached himself, "It's my fault. Why did I agree? I was cautious in my youth. Why do I trust others more now? I've harmed Skylar. I only care about the children in my old age."

Alexander, noticing Harry's pallor and exhaustion, sighed and said, "Don't blame yourself. It'll only hurt you. I believe Skylar will be fine. She's kind and lucky."

Harry exhaled sharply. "How can I not blame myself? Skylar gave instructions until she fainted. She was terrified we'd be hurt. Only then did I understand why misfortune befell my family. I have to find the man who hurt me!"

"Two years have passed. He must have approached you with ulterior motives and gone into hiding. You won't find him easily."

Who was this lurking fiend?

Just then, a dark figure appeared, the wind rustling behind him.