Master Blair's Fiery Pursuit
Chapter 92

After hearing the doctor's diagnosis, Blair finally relaxed before worrying again.

"When will she wake up?"

"Um... Ms. Jefferson is having an excessive stress reaction caused by a strong stimulus. She'll likely stay unconscious until tomorrow afternoon and awake sometime after." Blair nodded and signaled the doctors to leave.

Once the doctors and nurses left, Blair and Mable were the only ones left in the bedroom.

"Mabes."

Blair painfully held up Mable's injured hand and planted a kiss on her fingers.

Amos gently knocked on the door before entering the room.

"Master Blair."

"How's Tracey?" Blair asked.

"I'm fine."

Tracey walked in. The doctor had told her to get some rest, but she was too worried about Mable.

If Mable had not arrived in time, she might have been...

Tracey looked at Mable's bandaged hand and asked, "How's Mabes?"

"The doctor said she's suffering from an excessive stress reaction from being stimulated and will be asleep for a while."

Tracey lowered her head with guilt. 'Mabes must've been stimulated and went out of control when she saw those two men trying to harm me.'

Blair turned to ask her. "What exactly happened?"

Tracey answered indignantly with red eyes, "It was Beatrice. She kidnapped me to threaten Mabes. She wants to kill Mabes!"

Amos said, "Master Blair, those four men in the workshop have been identified-They're gangsters. Beatrice fled before we arrived. Since there's no surveillance in that neighborhood, we haven't found her whereabouts yet."

Blair sat quietly on the edge of the bed. He looked dangerous and gave off a cold aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

'How could Beatrice be capable of finding gangsters? Someone must be helping her!'

"Get someone to keep an eye on the Stantons."

"Understood," Amos responded.

Tracey suddenly remembered something and said, "By the way, Beatrice knows my identity."

Blair frowned. "How?"

Tracey shook her head.

Only the Fowlers and a few of their close friends knew her background. Although the Stantons were friendly with the Fowlers, they should not know anything about it.

So, how did Beatrice know about it?

It seemed the matter was not as simple as it looked.

Blair looked at Tracey. "Go back to your room and rest. I'll look into it."

Tracey looked worriedly at Mable. However, she figured it would be fine since Blair was here to take care of her and nodded.

Blair watched over Mable the whole night.

Mable felt like she could not catch her breath.

Overwhelming darkness wrapped her air. She felt hot and cold at the same time.

Someone picked her up and put her on the bed. Afterward, the person tied up her hands and pressed down on her.

"I'll be responsible for you..."

The man spoke hoarsely.

Following that, the endless indulgence began.

The scene changed, and Mable saw Tracey again.

Tracey was pinned down by two men, who ignored her cries for help and ripped her clothes with lewd smiles.

Mable wanted to rush forward to save her, but she could not move her body...

"Don't! Don't!

"Tracey, Tracey... Don't touch her... Don't you touch her!"

Mable snapped her eyes open. She was sweating heavily and looked terrified.

"Mabes, it's fine. Don't be scared. It's fine now."

Blair held her hand and kept comforting her as she had a nightmare. He was so anxious that his heart was at his throat. "Tracey..."

The first thing Mable wanted to do after waking up was to find Tracey.

Standing at the side, Tracey wiped her tears and quickly said, "Mabes, I'm here. I'm fine."

Mable looked at her with guilt. "I'm sorry..."

Fortunately, Tracey was fine. If something had happened to her, Mable would not forgive herself.

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