281: Seeking death, critically ill!_1
She's fainted!
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Thompson slightly furrowed her brow, her heart leaping up into her throat as she immediately followed the servant's footsteps upstairs.
Viola was lying in bed.
Her sleeping face peaceful.
Under normal circumstances, the face of a person suffering from a fever is usually very flushed. However, Viola's face was extremely pale.
She looked sort of lifeless.
"Viola."
Mrs. Thompson approached Viola.
There was no response from Viola.
Mrs. Thompson raised her voice.
"Viola!"
"Viola, don't scare grandma!"
Viola still didn't respond.
Mrs. Thompson tried to calm herself down and turned to the servant, "Quick! Go and get Sawyer and Mary."
Today was Sunday.
The couple was off work.
They were just getting up.
Hearing the hurried knocking on the door, Mary yawned and went to open it, "Cogdell? What happened?"
"Madam, Miss Viola, she... "
Mary was taken aback and immediately grabbed Cogdell's hand, "What happened to Miss Viola?"