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.

still a tough battle ahead, and he needed to conserve his strength.

night's battle, Hirota failed to achieve his goal and suffered significant

point, the conflict had shifted focus. The struggle for the throne was now secondary; first they had to deal with Hirota's attempt at usurpation. Clearly, Hirota hadn't given up; he

Joyce stirred slightly.

head. "What's wrong? Are

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

and hot tea for you." Luther gently lifted her into

that Luther offered

she teased

be here soon; do you

had heard a

though she described it lightly, he knew how dangerous it

result-the

when he saw

he had enough of these perilous days time

and supreme power, without national stability or family peace,

intended to resolve issue

you? Aren't you tired? You coordinated everything all night long; I'm worried you won't hold up. Luther gently kissed her cheek. "I'm not

her arms around

the drone that focated the sniper? I knew it! Watanabe

quite the

you know where the sniper roughly

of all, I know your habits well enough to guess where you'd hide. Actually, K judged based on terrain and wind direction; your mom taught me quite