Chapter 113: Chapter 113

Chapter 113

Cornelia wasn’t too drunk and still pretty sober. She planned to take a shower and go to bed early so she could have enough energy to handle tomorrow’s meeting

As she was undressing, she realized that the bracelet Old Mr. Abner gave to her boss’s wife was still on her wrist

Cornelia immediately took off the bracelet, wiped it clean, put it back in the box, and went upstars to find Marcus.

She knocked on the door, President Hartley, Twant to give you the gift that Old Mr. Abner gave to your wife, is it convenient for you to come out and get it?”

No one in the house answered

Cornelia guessed that he must be drunk. He drank a lot during dinner and leaned back in the car with his eyes closed on the way back, not saying a word.

She hurried downstairs to make him some soup, and then carried it back upstairs.

She knocked on Marcuss door again, but there was still no answer. Could it be another alcohol allergy?

Worried, Cornelia pushed the door open. It was ajar, and opened easily.

The room was dark, with the curtains drawn and no lights on it was so dark that Cornelia couldn’t see what was going on inside.

President Hartley, can I come in?‘ Cornelia turned on the light and looked up to see Marcus half–lying on the sofa.

He was pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, and seemed to be unconscious

Cornelia was startled, “President Hartley, what’s wrong?”

Marcus didn’t respond, and Cornelia thought about calling for help, but she didn’t have her phone with her. She was about to go downstairs to get it when Marcus suddenly grabbed her, Tm fine.”

Cornelia worriedly said. Look at your face, how can you be fine? Get your phone, let’s call for help, or have Dr. Dawson come over right away”

Marcus said. “There’s medicine Dr. Dawson prepared for me in my suitcase, a white bottle with yellow pills. Can you please get it for me?”

Cornelia did as she was told, quickly got the medicine, and poured him a glass of water, Do you know what’s wrong with you?”

He took the medicine and smiled faintly. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll be fine after I take the medicine and rest for a while”

But he didn’t lock fine at all, and Cornelia was still worried, “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital?”

“No need. You go do your thing, don’t worry about me “He closed his eyes and didn’t want to deal with her anymore.

Cornelia had no choice but to leave

Marcus said he was fine, but Cornelia wouldn’t believe him. She called Dr. Dawson when she went downstairs, “Dr. Dawson, President Hartley is feeling unwell. Can you come and take a look?”

Dr. Dawson said on the phone, “It’s his stomach acting up. I prepared medicine for him this morning. Just remind him to take it on time. Please keep an eye on his diet these days, absolutely no greasy food or alcohol”

Cornelia’s face turned pale, “Dr. Dawson, he drank alcohol at noon.”

“What?” Dr. Dawson raised his voice in alarm, “He had a stomachache this morning because he ate something bad last night, and he still drank at noon? Is he trying to kill himself?”