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

and suffered significant losses. However, Hirota had already left Eastern Capital overnight with his remaining guards

deal with Hirota's attempt at usurpation. Clearly, Hirota hadn't given up; he was now outside Eastern Capital likely mobilizing old allies and gathering support from other families within the Yoshikawa

Joyce stirred slightly.

his head. "What's

faintly. "Don't get so nervous; I'm

some snacks and hot tea for you." Luther gently lifted her into his arms while reaching

a few bites and sipped some water that Luther offered her, he gently

she teased while snuggling closer for warmth. "You're so

be here soon; do you want to rest

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he knew how dangerous it had been. He was secretly amazed that Clint managed to

as a result-the bullet went through his arm.

he

felt a lingering fear; he had enough of these

national stability or

to resolve issue once

about you? Aren't you tired? You coordinated everything all night long; I'm worried you won't

her

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

quite

you know where the sniper roughly was?

your habits well enough to guess where you'd hide. Actually, K judged based on terrain and wind direction; your mom taught me quite a bit besides what she taught you-like how an excellent sniper chooses their location based on terrain