Chapter 229

"Miss Harrington, are you alright?" Beckett Fraser and Willa were the first to arrive. Seeing Camila Harrington sitting silently in the hallway, pale and trying to hold back sobs, both of them felt their hearts sink. Camila lifted her hand and wiped at her eyes carelessly. "I'm fine. What about Mr. Theron? Has anyone called him?" She forced herself to stop crying and stood up. Her face was still pale and her eyes a little swollen, but other than that, she looked calm. Too calm. The sort of calm that made you worry. "Theron's on his way. He's carrying a bunch of equipment, so Dirk and Paul went to help him. They should be here soon. Miss Harrington, maybe go wash your face for now," Beckett said quietly. Truth was, he didn’t even know how to comfort her at this point. No one expected Prescott Ellington to suddenly relapse like this. Beckett looked at Camila—still in her pajamas, hair all messy, face drained of color—and sighed. He had no clue how the situation with Mr. Ellington would t