"Of course," Alex replied with a cold smile. "Do you really think I'll save Simon?"
For these people, their hostility was like turning over a page of a book.
Just a moment ago, he was in a dilemma in front of the Marquess, but at this moment, his face was full of decisiveness!
"Understood." Stephen looked at the bowl in his hand. "Then, Mr. Alex, do you want to drink this bowl of medicine? It has been fried all along. If you drink too much, it won't affect your body."
"Throw it down."Elsa glanced at the bowl of medicine. "I've been drinking medicine for decades. I'm really disgusted with it now."
"Alright." Butler Stephen bowed. He walked to the outer hall of Elsa's bedroom and poured the medicine into the flower pot in front of the window.
Two maids were tidying up the outer hall. When they heard that Elsa was ill, they wanted to close the windows so as not to let the wind in.