The old waiter hurried into the living room, anxiously exclaiming.
"What did you say? Collins..." Mrs. Aiden's body jolted, and with a whoosh, she stood up and turned to run towards Collins Aiden's study room.
Even Mr. Aiden, who was accustomed to handle emergencies, turned pale when he heard that his son had fainted, and hurriedly followed Mrs. Aiden into Collins Aiden's study room.
The spacious and antique study room was always Collins Aiden's private space, with very limited access to others.
At that moment, Collins Aiden was lying quietly on the tatami next to him, his face deathly pale without a hint of color.
His handsome features were still, and his chest barely showed any sign of breathing as he lay there, peacefully asleep, as if... dead.
"Collins." As soon as Mrs. Aiden saw Collins Aiden like this, she couldn't bear it and pounced on him, clutching him tightly and turning her head to yell at the Butler.
