BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 107's

"Master Marco didn't tell me anything" Krip said in astonishment as Rolan questioned him. "Is he probably doing a private investigation? Last night you seemed fine. You meet Mr. Stuart, Earl Greyland, and Lady Chantall."

"Without Robby?" ask Rolan.

Krip. Nor did he tell Rolan that Robert was not invited because Marco suspected him. The information Krip holds will only be passed on to an Argent.

Rolan sighed. "I met Lord Greyland on the road leading here" he said. "Someone's after me, and she's helping me take care of it. Soon many bodies will be dumped in the Bjork river."

Krip raised both his eyebrows in horror. "May their sins be forgiven" he said.

"Hopefully not," muttered Rolan irritatedly. "Luckily Lord Greyland came. Otherwise, my corpse would be floating in the river. Or even your body!"

Krip laughs. "Relax, Doctor. You're alive, and that's all that matters. Mr. Marco will definitely be back. Now take the gingerbread, drink the tea. It'll keep you calm."

Rolan groaning. "You're really good at kink. Marco's missing. The talk you four had yesterday could have revealed where he is now!"

Krip took a breath. "I can't say anything to you, Doctor. Why didn't you ask Mr Greyland when you met earlier?"

"Where do I know that he had a meeting with Marco?" Rolan glared back. He breathed heavily. He knew that Krip was not wrong. As a personal informant of the Argent Family, Krip should not be carelessly divulging secrets. Even if the person asking is a family doctor.

"I didn't want to do this, but how about we barter the information?" Rolan tried to persuade.

Krip. "Doctor, you're smart. That way must work for another informant. But not with me. The doctor wants to know what I know? Bring an Argent, Doctor. Or have an Argent call me. As long as they let you hear, I'll tell you what you want."

Rolan turned the eyeball. "Argent you serve only one, and he's the one who's missing it!"

"There's one more, Doctor." Krip smile. "There's one more Argent."

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When Rolan returns to the main house in hope, he is invaded by Hans and Gerald who immediately pull him into Jose's room. Rolan followed obediently.

"As soon as you go home, Little Master is already like that," Hans said anxiously.

"We asked Little Master to order us to find Mr. Marco," Gerald tried to tell him along the way. "But the Little Master replied strangely. Sir said, 'if you lose buy again', then now it's a strange condition, Doctor. Little Master can't even be spoken to."

Rolan held his breath. He started to panic. "Now how is he? She asleep? Who knows about this?"

"George knows it, Doctor. But George asked us not to talk to Mr. Edgar. He said we should wait for Dr. Rolan first. Finnian just wanted to go see a doctor."

Rolan nodded, agreeing to George's actions. "Don't tell anyone first. I need to see Jose's condition."

The young man did not turn his head when Rolan came. His condition was like he was in shock about something. Her vision blankets Anna and Linda, Renata's traumatized maids.

"Oh, my goodness, don't let you be like them. You're my only hope!" Rolan checked Jose's pulse. He took out a flashlight from inside his black bag, aimed it at the young man's pupils. Jose did not react. "Jose? You see me? Blink once if you understand!" Rolan asked, trying to restore the consciousness of his nephew. "What are you going through?! Where did you come from? Answer!"

When Jose doesn't react, Rolan knows that the young man is already immersed in the same world as Linda and Anna.

He was frustrated and wanted to scream out loud. It even occurred to her mind to run away and leave Bjork. It's up to the Argent family. Just let them take care of the undead and the killers that roam the streets.

Rolan almost did that, if he did not immediately remember about Renata, his brother. Her beautiful and gentle sister would not want to leave Bjork. Not unless Edgar, Marco, and Jose are taking part. The problem is, Marco himself is gone. If Marco doesn't leave, Edgar is unlikely to leave either. This family bond is a vicious circle that sucks for Rolan.

"Doctor," said George quietly. His heavy voice calms. "I'll bring you some hot tea for the Doctor. You can cure Young Master, right?"

Rolan. His gaze collided with expectant faces around him. Rolan nodded slowly. "Just calm down" he said in a reassuring tone. "I can handle this."

Although it had tried, but Rolan could hear for himself the tremors in his tone. But no one protested.

When George, Hans, and Gerald leave, Rolan almost loses his sanity.

"It's starting to get horrible" the doctor muttered uneasily. He paced for a moment in the room. His eyes were watching Jose's figure peeking with a blank look on the bed.

He had seen that situation on both of Renata's ladies.

"What am I supposed to do now? Shit, shit! If two workers find out. Oh if Renata knows ...." He rubbed his face. His skin feels stiff. He ran back to Jose and muttered slowly, "What should I do without you?!"

He feels annoyed. In his desperation, Rolan pulled Jose's arm, dragged him into the bathroom, then plunged the young man into the cold water in the bathtub.

Jose was initially set. Air bubbles come out of his nose, mouth, and ears. A few seconds later, the young man was dazed and immediately got up, removing his head from the water. Jose coughed and cursed, then coughed again.

Rolan watched his nephew's behavior while resting his shoulders on the bathroom wall. His mouth was wide open in a dumb position.

Jose leaned his body forward, sticking his hand out of the bathtub. He rubbed his soaked face and looked around in confusion. The black eyeball regained its radiance, as well as with a sense of annoyance and shock.

"real potent. I'm gonna try this trick on Linda and Anna. It's possible they won't come back, but trying doesn't hurt, right?" Rolan said to himself. His face looked calm, though he was really happy to see Jose rise from the bath while protesting about what really happened.

"Change your clothes first, then we talk" said Rolan as he grabbed a towel and threw it at Jose.

The young man caught up swiftly and immediately dried his wet face. His entire clothes were soaked, dripping water flooded the floor. Rolan could not tell how happy he was to see such a simple, humane gesture.

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