Chapter 953: You Like It, Don't You? Take It Back!

Raphael Bailey desperately tried to sit up, raising his hand to look.

His throat was hoarse, and his speech was unclear; he couldn't utter a word.

"Third Young Master, what are you saying? I can't hear you clearly. What do you want?" The servant pressed anxiously against him.

Anna Jadwin's eyes were red: "He's looking for the ring."

Even though she couldn't hear his voice, seeing him frantically raise his hand, she knew what he wanted.

Realizing the situation, the servant carefully retrieved the ring from the cabinet—

"Third Young Master, here's the ring. I kept it for you."

Wayne Bailey's hand, still dripping with poisoned blood, reached out to grab it while the other hand was receiving an IV drip.

Several servants couldn't hold him down—

"Raphael Bailey, stop moving around!" Anna Jadwin shouted loudly.

With just one sentence, Raphael Bailey ceased struggling.

Her words were like imperial edicts.

"Your hand is so swollen, that's why the ring was taken off."