You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2090: The First Heir

Clint gave Watanabe a cold, hard look. Despite his injuries, his severity remained undiminished. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Watanabe, you must keep your word. Since you proposed an alliance, how can you achieve your goal and then betray us? Go back and accept your punishment, reflect on your actions."

"Yes," Watanabe nodded immediately.

"My injury has nothing to do with her; she saved me," Clint added. "Do not bring up that thought again."

Watanabe was somewhat surprised but nodded in response. "Yes, Your Highness."

Watanabe led Clint onto the helicopter first. Then Luther climbed up with Joyce, holding her as they ascended the rope and were lifted into the helicopter.

The helicopter door closed, and the loud noise of the rotor blades drowned out everything else.

Joyce fastened her seatbelt and felt the Black Hawk helicopter take off smoothly. She looked down from the high altitude; the mountain, which had been unclear before, now became distinct in outline. The perilous night had finally come to an end.

Clint and Watanabe sat in the front row. Joyce sat in the back row next to Luther. No one spoke to each other. Fortunately, the noise in the helicopter was loud, and everyone wore headphones. This awkward meeting was unexpected for both sides. No one had anticipated that they would have a day of cooperation.

After boarding the helicopter, Luther glanced at Clint. Clint was injured and looked almost pale. He knew Clint had always been physically weaker and feared he might not hold out much longer. Clint's face remained cold and silent as he forced himself to stay conscious. He did not want to faint in front of Joyce or show his weakness to Luther. To stay awake, he repeatedly pinched his arm wound, letting fresh blood flow out and the pain keep him alert.

Upon safely returning to Eastern Capital, Watanabe immediately dispatched medical personnel to take Clint to the hospital for treatment of his gunshot wound. The moment they arrived at the hospital, Clint could no longer hold on and collapsed heavily onto the bed.

While doctors performed emergency surgery on Clint-stitching his wounds, removing embedded shrapnel, and stopping inflammation and bleeding-Reuben, Hajime, Joyce, and Luther sat in a reception room within the palace.

Joyce had already showered and changed into comfortable clothes. Leaning against Luther's chest, she felt tired but secure because she was by his side.

was still a tough battle ahead, and he needed to conserve his strength. He had a plan forming in his mind;

was delicate. After last night's battle, Hirota failed to achieve his goal and suffered significant losses. However, Hirota had already left Eastern

with Hirota's attempt at usurpation. Clearly, Hirota hadn't given up;

Joyce stirred slightly.

quickly lowered his head.

"Don't get so nervous; I'm fine. Just a

hot tea for you." Luther gently lifted her into his arms while reaching for a piece of dessert

and sipped some water that Luther offered her, he gently wiped her lips with a

hands, you know," she teased

held her tightly. "Reuben and Hajime will be here soon; do you want to rest a bit

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the arm as a result-the bullet

he

enough of these perilous

if they possessed wealth and supreme power, without national stability or family peace, what

he intended to resolve issue once and

head. "I'm not sleepy anymore; what about you? Aren't you tired? You coordinated everything all

hooked her arms around

it was you controlling the drone that focated the sniper? I knew

becoming quite

you know where the sniper

hide. Actually, K judged based on terrain and wind