Chapter 1227: Hospital
"Madam, please leave immediately!" The security guards of the community are truly trying their best, but they’ve never encountered such an intrusion.
She yanked her clothes open and screamed harassment if anyone dared approach.
All of the security guards are young men in their twenties—who would dare step forward?
A portion of the guards surrounded Emerie Wilson, trying to delay her actions while others had already contacted the manager and reported the situation, asking for female colleagues to come to the rescue.
In the middle of the night, even if a female colleague rushes over, it will still take some time.
The guards who blocked Emerie Wilson had their backs to her to prevent her from screaming harassment—they wouldn’t be able to justify themselves.
"Sophie Wilson, get out here, you wretched little slut!" Emerie Wilson shouted loudly at the villa in front of her.
The butler swiftly opened the courtyard gate. He hadn’t even had time to say a word when a shadow swiftly darted past him.
Emerie Wilson, who kept colliding with the guards, was harshly thrown to the ground with a heavy thud. Even just hearing it, people nearby couldn’t help but cringe and take a sharp intake of breath.
Just hearing it hurt.
Only then did the butler feel the gust of wind whisking past him—it was Mr. Seymour rushing through with great speed.
Such speed, so fast!
Not only the butler and the security guards, but even the fallen Emerie Wilson was dumbfounded. Lying on the ground, she couldn’t even feel the pain. She stared blankly at Charles Seymour’s grim face.
"How did a mental patient escape?" Charles Seymour said solemnly, "Butler, call an ambulance!"
The butler immediately called, and the security guards nearby understood right away, rushing over to restrain Emerie Wilson.
With regard to a mental patient, they couldn’t care about gender—it’s crucial to control her first and prevent her from harming anyone.
"Who’s a mental patient? I’m not! I’m not!" Charles Seymour looked at the butler, who promptly stuffed a cloth in Emerie’s mouth.
Facing the security guards’ puzzled looks, the butler explained with a smile, "To prevent her from going mad and biting her own tongue."
The security guards around realized and admired the thoughtfulness.
Emerie Wilson’s mouth was stuffed, her arms held by the guards. She could only emit muffled sounds, unable to break free no matter how hard she struggled against the guards.
The butler stayed with the guards, while Charles Seymour had already gone inside.
Quietly entering Sophie Wilson’s room, he checked to see her still sleeping peacefully, undisturbed, and discreetly breathed a sigh of relief.
As for Emerie Wilson outside the door, the butler understood his intention.
With a soft sigh, the butler looked at the still struggling Emerie Wilson and said, "Why don’t we take her to the security office? Making a commotion here could disturb other residents resting."
The guards heard this and were thrilled.
They hadn’t left because they wanted a confirmation from Mr. Seymour’s family.
No matter what, this woman specifically targeted Mr. Seymour’s house, they didn’t know her, and even sending her to the hospital wouldn’t be something they could easily explain.
Since Mr. Seymour’s family butler was with them, they felt relief.
"Yes, yes, go to the security office. It has air conditioning; it’s cooler." The guards quickly said.
Being woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night, anyone’s temper wouldn’t be too good.
"Who?" Benjamin Walton, holding back his temper, listened to the introduction on the other end, and was stunned, "Hospital?"