Chapter 231

Westin dashed into the room.

He held Janet in his arms, his hands shaking.

“No…NO!!!”

He pressed his hand to her wound and tried to stop the bleeding. But it didn’t work.

Her breathing was shallow. Her face was pale.

It almost felt as though she was dying.

“Janet… Janet please…” he pressed his forehead against hers, choking in panic, “Come back to me…God please…”

Tears welled up in his eyes.

He hadn’t shed a single tear since he buried his parents at 7 years old.

A mixture of strong emotions overwhelmed him at this very moment, fear, sorrow, and rage…

WHO DID THIS TO HER!

“My King!” Clemente rushed into the room with a bucket of water.

He poured the water on the roaring fire. But it didn’t kill the fire.

“King! We should get out of here!” Clemente grabbed Westin’s shoulder, crying hastily. “The fire is getting stronger. And Princess Janet needs treatment!”

Westin was snapped back to reality from his sorrow.

He reached his hands out to pick Janet up from the ground.

Janet struggled her eyes open a slit.

“…Cle…Clemente…” she murmured weakly, stretching out her hand to Clemente.

Westin’s face changed abruptly.

Why did she want Clemente instead?

Did she trust Clemente now more than she trust him?!

“My King,” Clemente bent his back. “Do you want me to-”

“NO!” Westin snapped.

and held her closely to his chest as though she

went dashing out of the room and headed straight

had passed

in the hospital at this hour, just a sleepy

flew open and hit the wall with a loud bang and saw

snarled, “She needs a

for the doctors. A

down on the bed. His hands

“…Save her.”

stared at the nurses with bloodshot eyes, “You must save

will try our best,

to fucking try!” his gorgeous face consorted with rage, “I want you to do whatever it takes to

nurse winced at his furious growl, “U–Understood,

single scar on her body, you will all be going down

staggered backward in

charming. He was

in their entire lives had they seen their King this furious, this worried,

of control.

gently tugged at Westin’s sleeve, “My king,

breathed heavily and took

finally rolled the bed into the emergency room and

slumped onto

buried his face into

whole body was shaking…Even his soul was

didn’t even know that Janet meant this much to him until

covered in blood, her eyes

fear was losing

so strong

she tried to run away from him, he

he was capable of was locking her in a dark

happy then

somebody stabbed the love of his life and almost burned her right

nose.

his hands together, his

eyes blazed with

would make that person regret ever

“My King.”

to his side and handed him

that he had put some of

take the towel from

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