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Chapter 661

Chapter 661 Old Mrs Fuller Collapsed

Sonia took the folded blanket and spread it open, then draped it over Toby’s resting form, but that wasn’t the end of it; she asked Tom to turn up the thermostat, and it wasn’t until after he had done so that she visibly relaxed.

Tom, on the other hand, was relieved and somewhat grateful to see her taking such tender care of Toby. This display was enough to prove that whatever Toby had done and sacrificed for Sonia was worth it, for she had repaid in kind.

Presently, Sonia was clueless as to Tom’s passing thoughts as she sat down next to Toby. Her body was turned to the side as she gazed down at his sleeping profile.

The effects of Toby’s overt wine drinking were evident in his flushed face, but there were gray shadows beneath his eyes that told her he had not slept a wink last night and had passed out from the alcohol alone.

She supposed she was grateful that he only downed red wine last night. If he had been on much harder stuff, then he would have ended up in the hospital at best and dead at worst.

The possibility of the latter made Sonia shudder.

Just then, her phone rang. She regained her composure and fished the phone out of her purse, only to see that it was a call from Rose. She’s probably desperate to know if Toby is okay, she thought, then answered the call without missing a beat. “Grandma.”

“Sonia,” Rose’s voice was full of worry as she asked, “did you manage to see Toby?”

Nodding, Sonia said grimly, “I did.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful news. How is he doing right now? Did he do anything impulsive?” Rose pressed anxiously, tightening her clutch on her cane.

Sonia looked down at Toby momentarily before explaining, “He got really drunk, but other than that, it doesn’t look like he’ll do anything impulsive just yet.”

“But he didn’t do anything at all aside from drinking?” Rose questioned, sounding incredulous. Toby had gone through quite the rough alcoholic phase back in the day, and if the liquor wasn’t enough to knock him out, he would start cutting himself. To hear that he had not resorted to self-harming this time and only stopped at getting drunk was surprising, and Rose couldn’t hide her disbelief.

“That’s right,” Sonia said with a nod. “Mr. Brown said that Toby likely passed out cold before he could hurt himself.”

Rose stood up

by the ferocity of

color drained from Rose’s face as she

Sonia answered matter-of-factly,

Reed; there’s no way she wouldn’t know that it would take more than red wine to knock President Fuller out. But now that he has passed out

she heard Sonia’s reply. “No, that can’t be. Toby is a heavyweight, and it’s impossible that

a cursory

expression grew stormy as she bit out, “Hand him the phone. I need to speak with him right

phone away from her ear and passed it to Tom, saying, “Mr. Brown, Grandma would like to

his nerves. With a forced smile, he took the phone and greeted, “Old Mrs.

this and instead raked her fingers through Toby’s hair to comb it into submission. Then, she got onto her feet and went into the bathroom to fetch a basin of water so that she could give

loosened up enough to answer Rose’s question forthrightly, saying, “Old Mrs. Fuller, President Fuller has, indeed, passed

the other line, her face twisting even more. “Toby can’t possibly get drunk on red wine alone, so why don’t you tell me the truth?

solemnly, shaking his head. “Old Mrs. Fuller, I promise you he does

why don’t you explain to me how he managed to get drunk?”

to answer. He didn’t know if he should be the one to break the news on Toby’s current condition, and if he did break such news, he didn’t know how Rose

a rock and a hard place, Tom had no idea what he should

Out with it!” Rose demanded impatiently,

she’ll still find out about it eventually. “Old Mrs. Fuller, I’m going to be frank with you, but you have to

frowned, a grave look passing over her wizened face. “Mentally

“Yes.”

happened? Why would I need to be mentally prepared?” she urged. She was confused, but she was sharp-witted enough to sense that something was off. In a trembling voice, she asked, “Tom, come right

said again with a firm nod. “President Fuller’s heart is… failing. I think it’s precisely because of this that red wine was sufficient

other line, only the sound of shattering glass. Upon hearing this alarming noise, Tom

I’d be in a world of trouble. She’s old enough as it is,

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