Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Upon hearing this, Martin helped Lloyd up, and they approached Philip together.

Philip stood in front of Sylvester. Although he was much shorter than Sylvester, his experience made up for the difference. While she lacked Sylvester's intense aura, his aura was gentle and meticulous, like a soothing breeze. There was a sense of evenly matched strength between them.

Philip didn't feel disrespected by Sylvester. He looked at him and extended his left hand to Sylvester, revealing a piece of silk cloth lying on his palm. Philip slowly unfolded the silk cloth with his right hand and said, "Mr. Gomez should know what this is."

In reality, Philip had already figured it out.

If Sylvester truly intended to confront the Divine Doctor Association, why did he leave in haste instead of keeping a low profile?

Moreover, Philip had seen the wound on Sylvester's back yesterday. He knew that the organization that was after Sylvester was only targeting him.

Seeing the poison on the silk cloth, Sylvester furrowed his brows. His eyes turned icy, and a hint of murderous intent almost burst out. Sylvester uttered with most disdain, "Wolf gang."

This organization was truly unrepentant.

Philip observed Sylvester's reaction and knew he was correct. He remarked, "It seems they are targeting you. It must be them who did this to you." The Divine Doctor Association didn't have such adversaries.

Philip put away the silk cloth, walked to a nearby chair, sat down, and looked at Sylvester. His initial smile faded and was replaced by a serious one. Martin hadn't seen Philip this serious in a long time.

Philip began to speak, "When you asked me earlier if I was satisfied with your show." Sylvester then raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and knew Philip wouldn't let him off easily.

Indeed, Philip continued to say, "As we've seen, you can protect yourself. Even the enchanting tunes, seductive sorcery, and the martial artists of The Divine Doctor Association can't beat you. But what about Sarah? Can you protect Sarah?" Upon hearing this, Sylvester clenched his left fist and then released it. Then he declared, "Of course, she is my future wife, a woman I would risk my life to protect."

Philip chuckled and said, "You would protect Sarah even at the cost of your life? But it would help if you stayed alive to do so. There's a mole by your side, but you don't know. How can I trust you to protect Sarah? "Moreover, you seem to be sick.

"You came here for treatment.

"If you can't even protect your own life, how could you protect Sarah?"

Lela arrived at the palace gate and saw Hailey standing outside. She quickly ran up to her, grabbed her hand, and asked, "Hailey, where is Sylvester? Is he on the top floor?"

Hailey didn't expect Sarah to wake up so soon. A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she was unsure how to respond. After all, she didn't know the current situation inside.

They had used the enchanting sorcery and martial artists of the Divine Doctor Association. Would Sylvester pass the test unscathed or get injured?

If Sylvester were injured, Sarah would probably be very angry.

Just as Hailey hesitated on how to answer, Lela understood from her expression that Sylvester must be on the top floor.

Lela turned to head towards the palace interior, holding up her skirt.

Hailey quickly called out, "Sarah."

Ignoring Hailey, Lela entered the first floor and saw Mary being carried out on a stretcher by her attendants.

Upon seeing Lela, everyone respectfully greeted, "Miss Sarah."

However, Lela stood still and felt a chill running from her head to her feet.

She slowly clenched her fists and struggled to breathe.

Mary also noticed her and instructed her attendants to approach Lela.

Mary gently held Lela's hands and said, "Sarah."

Lela stood there, looking at Mary, and her eyes reddened as she said, "Mary, what are you doing here? What happened and what caused your injury?"

Since Robert's death, Mary hadn't appeared before them. She had stayed in that bamboo forest and was unwilling to meet anyone.

Lela couldn't believe Mary was back.

And she was still injured.

Enduring the pain, Mary smiled and said, "Blame that man who only has you in his heart. He almost killed me. Next time, I won't help Philip and the others with their experiments. This time, it was my luck that saved me." Lela took a deep breath and was unsure how to express her displeasure.

Mary knew Lela was unhappy. She gently patted Lela's hand and said, "You are Robert's direct disciple, and Philip and the others are particularly fond of you. They treasure you. This time, they wanted to test your future husband. Sarah, don't blame them."

Lela lowered her gaze and remained silent.

The Divine Doctor Association was like her second home.

Mary glanced at the color of Lela's pupils and sensed something unusual. She then released Lela's hand. "That man is good enough. Well, I won't say more. I need to go to the doctor, or else I might never see you," she said, exhaustedly.

Lela raised her head, looked at Mary, and said, "Alright, go get a doctor."

Then, Lela hurried towards the elevator.

Mary turned her head to gaze at Lela's back before she was carried away by her attendants.

As the elevator doors opened, Lela heard Philip's words saying, "You can't even protect your own life now. How could you protect Sarah?"

As the words fell, Lela stepped inside.

Everyone in the vicinity was shocked to see Lela's pale face as she entered the elevator.

They muttered in surprise, "Sarah..."

But all Lela could see in Sylvester's direction was the white shirt stained with blood on his back, and the vibrant color was piercing her eyes.

Lela's pupils contracted, and she quickly ran over to Sylvester. She suspected that his back wound had reopened, but she didn't expect him to be coughing up blood.

Seeing the blood splatter on Sylvester's chest, Lela's right hand trembled slightly. She looked at his pale face, and her eyes reddened at the edges. She gently asked, "Sylvester, are you hurt? Does it hurt?"

At that moment, Sylvester reached out, pulled Lela into his arms, and held her tightly. He bent slightly so that his chin rested on Lela's shoulder. His voice was weak, yet carried a tone of deep anguish, as if he had been grievously wronged as he said, "Lela, I'm hurt."

Philip's intuition told him that something serious was happening.

Martin thought Sylvester was pretending to be weak.

Lloyd believed he was more severely injured than Sylvester.

Lela quickly embraced Sylvester, letting him lean on her. She was worried and asked, "Where? Sylvester, tell me where?"