Faux Vows, True Desires novel Chapter 68

Right now, Owen wasn't at the Martinez family's house, but in a luxury mansion under his name. Webster brought Cecilia back to the mansion, but they didn't go in with her. Instead, they let her go in alone.

"Why are you guys making me go in alone?" Cecilia asked in a somewhat puzzled manner, "Isn't he your master? Aren't you worried about him? If he's in a coma due to high fever, and there's a chance he might not make it, how do you plan to explain this to his family?"

Webster was speechless, and told Cecilia, "Ms. Yates, I wish you wouldn't talk so lightly about our master possibly dying. He's actually in pretty good shape."

"If he's in such good shape, then why is he sick now?"

Webster didn't know how to respond. After a while, he said, "He told us to bring you here and then let you in alone. If he doesn't call for us, we can't go in."

Cecilia was confused. Were they trying to make her take all the blame and not even leave a witness for her?

Under Webster's urging, she slowly walked into the house.

The interior was ridiculously luxurious and spacious. Cecilia felt like the living room alone was bigger than her entire house.

Owen was sitting on the couch with his eyes tightly closed, a blanket draped over him. He looked like he was freezing.

Cecilia approached him, stopping two meters away before asking calmly, "Mr. Owen, what did you need from me? I'm not a doctor, I can't cure illnesses. If you don't want to die from being sick, you should have your people take you to the hospital. It's not too late, but if you wait, it might get serious. At that time, even with money, it might not be treatable."

In the face of certain illnesses, money may not be the solution. So, health was the real wealth.

Owen didn't reply, nor did he make a sound. Cecilia called out to him several times, but he didn't respond. "He can't really be dead, can he?"

Cecilia started to panic. She carefully moved closer to him, reaching out to feel Owen's breath. The next moment, she backed away abruptly, tripping over her feet and landing on the floor. Even though she had fallen, she still braced herself with her hands, trying to back away as much as she could.

Her face turned pale, looking utterly bloodless. "Is... is anyone... there..."

Cecilia was so scared she could barely speak; her call for help was so quiet it was barely audible.

Owen was really dead!

When she had touched his nose earlier, she found that he wasn't breathing anymore. No wonder he had his people bring her here and then let her go in alone. He wanted to pin his death on her and make her take all the responsibility.

Oh my God. If she was deemed the one who killed Owen, there would be no escaping that charge.

Didn't Webster say that he was in great health?

She had just doused him with cold water, and he caught a cold. Could that really have killed him...

Wait a second? Looking at it that way, his death did have something to do with her. Because she was the one who doused him with cold water, causing him to catch a cold, and then die.

Cecilia called out a few times, but no one responded. She started to feel very anxious, she couldn’t leave the living room, so she picked up the phone in fear and tried to call emergency services. However, she was so nervous that she couldn't even remember the emergency number for a moment.

She actually forgot the emergency number that even kids knew at a time like this.

Cecilia was in a state of confusion.

"Calm down, calm down..."

Cecilia told herself to calm down while dialing on her phone.

"The emergency number is... 911, right, 911."

Just as she was nervously dialing 911, her phone was suddenly snatched away by a large hand. She instinctively looked up and saw Owen standing in front of her, looking down at her.

Cecilia stared blankly at him. It was a while before she reacted, and she immediately crawled outside. After crawling a few steps, she got up and ran outside, screaming, "Ghost!"