Cedric stepped forward, blocking Frank. His eyebrows were slightly lowered, his expression cold and detached. "You should learn to respect her choices."
"What do you know? I'm just worried about her living alone outside. It's only natural for me to be concerned!
"But you, a stranger, being so kind to her—you're the one who seems suspicious!" Frank's expression darkened.
Cedric's eyes remained distant. "She would rather leave with a stranger like me than return to the Liddell family. Don't you think you should reflect on that?"
After saying this, he walked toward Alfred's car and sat in the front passenger seat.
Noelle sat in the back. She turned her head and looked at Frank outside. "I can handle it on my own."
"Noelle, I—"
Before Frank could finish his sentence, he suddenly coughed several times, and his hands were covered in blood.
Upon seeing the blood, she pursed her lips. "You shouldn't have drunk alcohol just now."
"Noelle, I really—."
He collapsed in front of the car. Noelle immediately got out of the car. "Frank, are you alright?"
James rushed over, looking very worried. "Ms. Liddell, Mr. Liddell hasn't received treatment at the hospital. He insisted on being discharged when he found out you were going to the branch office.
"We couldn't persuade him. His condition is actually quite serious."
Noelle was a little irritated. "He should go back to the hospital for treatment then!"
What did he mean by leaving the hospital for her? She hadn't asked him to do that.
"His temper is hard to handle, Ms. Liddell. Once we get to the hospital, you might also want to talk to him."
James instructed the driver to help Frank into the car. Then, he came back to look at Noelle with a pitiful expression. "Ms. Liddell, let's go to the hospital together."
She stood still, unmoving. "I'm not a doctor. It won't help if I go."
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