“Mable, watch out!” Blair’s nervous shout suddenly came from behind Mable. Before she could turn around, a strong force tackled her to the ground. A gunshot rang out the moment they fell, breaking the silent night. “Boss!” Hugh reacted quickly and jumped out of the car. He drew his gun and aimed it in the direction from which the gunshot came. Bang, bang!Gunshots were heard again. Blair held Mable and rolled on the lawn to dodge the bullet. When the bodyguards in the villa heard the commotion, they rushed out in a line and formed a circle around Blair and Mable with guns in their hands. “There’s an ambush! Over there on the roof!” Hugh pointed at the isolated bungalow opposite the villa. A group of bodyguards aimed in the direction he said and opened fire. After a round of intense firing, the roof of the building went silent. “Let go!” Mable pushed the man hugging her tightly in his arms but heard a muffled grunt. Her heart thumped. “Blair! Are you hurt?”

Mable would not let anyone slap her. She lifted her hand and gripped the woman’s wrist, her eyes cold to the core. “Mrs. Fowler, do you not want to use your hand anymore?!” Blair’s mother, Martha Mcdowell, was startled for a moment. She looked angrier than before. “What’s the matter? Are you going to fight me? Let go!” Mable scoffed disdainfully and shook off her hand. Martha lost her balance and staggered back, almost falling. “You! How dare you push me?!” Beatrice quickly held her. “Aunt Martha, are you alright?” After getting off the call with Blair yesterday, she booked a flight to Ashdale early this morning. Coincidentally, she met Solomon and Tracey at the airport and overheard their conversation, learning that Blair had been injured trying to save Mable. Beatrice could not let go of such a good opportunity. So she informed Martha and came to Ashdale with her. Martha was dissatisfied with Mable, to begin with. Now that she knew Blair was injured because of her

Beatrice pretended to be understanding and advised Martha, “Aunt Martha, don’t be mad. Blair probably said that on impulse.” “It wasn’t!” Blair looked coldly at them. “I’m a man of my word. In this life, my wife and the missus of the Fowlers will only be Mable!” Beatrice was stunned and clenched her fists fiercely. ‘On what grounds?! ‘How am I inferior to that b*tch? Why does Blair like her so much?’ Blair’s eyes were dark and hollow. “Also, Mabes is my wife. Even if you don’t like her, please respect her. Do not let me hear you insult her again!” Even though he was wearing a hospital gown and was pale and weak, he still gave off a sense of oppression. Martha was infuriated. “In any case, as long as I’m around, Mable won’t have a place in our family. Your dad won’t acknowledge her either!” After saying that, Martha turned around and walked out. As soon as she was out of the ward, she saw Mable standing against the wall, enjoying the show. Martha had truly underest

Mable froze and stood up abruptly. ‘This voice… ‘It’s him!’ “What’s wrong?” Blair thought something was wrong when he saw her huge reaction. Mable snapped back to her senses and calmed down, pretending to be relaxed. “Nothing. I’m just going out to take a call.” After saying that, she walked out of the ward with her phone. Blair frowned as he watched her leave in a hurry. … Mable had just walked out of the ward when the man’s voice came from the phone again. “Who was the man who spoke just now?” “Someone who has nothing to do with you!” Mable said nonchalantly. She did not know how this man got her phone number. She was unprepared and broke out in a cold sweat when she heard his voice. “Then what’s your relationship with him?” The man pursued relentlessly. Mable paused for a moment before she answered, “Nothing.” If the man knew about her relationship with Blair, she would not have peace in the future. “Are you sure?” Obviously, the man on the other en

Mable hurried back to the villa, worried and angry. ‘Is Blair stupid or what? He just got out of an operation, yet he asked to be discharged. Does he think this is a game?!’ As soon as Mable arrived at the villa, she got out before the car stopped completely. “Mabes, you’re back!” Tracey had been waiting at the door after their call. “How’s Blair? Is the doctor not here yet?” Mable asked while running upstairs. Tracey did not dare to look at her. She pretended to be serious as she answered, “The doctor isn’t here yet. I called him to hurry up, but he said there’s traffic on the way.” Mable rushed into the bedroom to find Blair passed out on the bed with a red face. Solomon stood by the bed with a stiff face. She walked over to the bedside and touched Blair’s forehead. It was very hot indeed. “Blair? Blair?” Mable called him twice, but there was no response. “There’s a medical kit downstairs. Go get it!” “I’ll go!” Solomon ran downstairs and quickly returned wi