His expression froze: "What? Tell Dr. Spencer to get over there right now!"
"Dr. Spencer is already here. Mr. Sheffield, they're waiting for you to come back and decide whether or not to send her to the hospital!"
"I'll be right back."
Hayden Sheffield threw away his cigarette, grabbed his car keys, and hurried toward Sterling Estate.
In the master bedroom.
Silas Spencer was listening to Natalie Jennings' heartbeat.
The butler waited by the side.
Hayden Sheffield strode over to the bedside, glancing at Natalie Jennings' pale face, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"
Silas Spencer raised a finger to his lips, "Shh."
He stood silently by, but the anxiety in his brows and eyes couldn't be hidden.
Had locking her in that dark room scared her? Or did some bug he didn't know about bite her?
All of a sudden, Hayden Sheffield felt a wave of regret—Natalie Jennings was once a pampered heiress, she'd never suffered like this before—it was his negligence.
