Chapter 2267

Amelia had no mind for pleasantries. She grabbed the old butler's arm directly, her fingers digging so hard they nearly pierced his sleeve. Turmoil and urgency surged in her clear eyes, and her voice turned faintly cold: "Where is Howard? How is he now? Tell me—what exactly happened to him?"
Her speech was rapid, every word pressing with urgency. The gentle, calm tone she usually carried was now replaced by barely concealed anxiety.
The old butler felt pain in his arm but dared not evade her grip. He hurriedly raised his hand and pointed toward the study on the east side of the second floor, replying with a choking voice: "Ms. Cromwell, Mr. Howard is still in the study, just as he was when it happened. The private doctor is guarding him without leaving his side, but... but there is nothing he can do!"