You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Chapter 2098: Never Seeing Each Other Again

If Clint died, she would be the only one in East Palace tonight. She wouldn't be able to escape the accusation of killing the Crown Prince, which would also lead to an international dispute. Moreover, the negotiations had already been settled, and Clint couldn't die.

Fresh blood continuously flowed into the golden cauldron.

Joyce suspected that Clint had cut his artery. She wiped faster and faster, afraid to miss any spot, fearing that the curse couldn't be completely broken.

The more blood flowed, the more Joyce felt her legs weaken. She had never done such a thing before, nor had she witnessed someone cutting their wrist in front of her. The visual conflict made her feel a little dizzy. Even if she wanted to stand up now, she couldn't.

She wiped her whole body, including her face, as quickly as possible. She couldn't imagine how bloody she looked now. She never expected that she would have to use such a bloody and cruel method to break the curse.

Clint seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. His eyes were tightly closed, his handsome face devoid of color, his thin lips turning blue and then purple.

Finally, Joyce finished wiping herself off. She picked up a piece of clothing and covered her chest.

At that moment, Clint couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the side with a loud thud. The golden cauldron fell with him, making a loud rumble. The remaining blood inside flowed out and spread in all directions like terrifying twisted branches.

Joyce hurriedly put on the clothes and rushed to Clint's side. She quickly took out a thin ribbon from his body and tightly wrapped it around his wrist, compressing it to stop the bleeding. At the same time, she shouted loudly, "Someone help! Quick!"

Tadasuke heard the sound and came in.

He saw Joyce covered in blood, the Crown Prince lying on the ground, and traces of wiped blood all over the floor. Tadasuke almost fainted on the spot.

Incoherently, he asked, "Wha-what happened?"

"Call a doctor! Is there a doctor? Can't you see that the Crown Prince's wrist is bleeding? Hurry!" Joyce almost yelled.

"Yes." Tadasuke stumbled out, tripping and falling twice, even scattering his hair. He was terrified.

Fortunately, the doctor arrived within two minutes.

Clint had made arrangements in advance.

One of the doctors skillfully administered anesthesia to Clint and sutured his wound. The bleeding stopped quickly.

However, Clint was already weak, completely unconscious.

Joyce stood aside, unable to hide her anxiety. She had tried to speed up earlier because she heard that when blood loss occurred and the brain lacked sufficient nutrition, it couldn't maintain its function for long. When unconsciousness occurred, vital organs would also shut down.

weak, plus he had lost blood from being shot last night and now cut his

he died, how could she escape? Her whole body was stained with his fresh blood; she

didn't dare

would cost

watched the doctors

Clint a blood transfusion while administering albumin

by second by second, everyone present felt like they were sitting on pins and

the Crown Prince, everyone would

of blood; it dried up and tightened her skin until she

like time had frozen-the doctors' foreheads were covered in sweat from

and her consciousness had been

consciousness, Joyce let

he

and asked,

been broken but felt it wasn't appropriate at this moment

weakly shook

at Tadasuke with a faint voice as light as a thread. "Take her

immediately complied. "Yes, Your Highness. Miss Knowles,

followed Tadasuke out; she glanced back at Clint once. She saw a doctor feeding him water and seemingly giving him an injection. She didn't look again because at

led Joyce

was where Joyce had bathed

stone pools emitting steaming heat; hot water continuously poured out from

with fresh blood and threw them aside before stepping into

warm water gradually washed

body relaxed slightly. She thoroughly cleaned herself using scented soap several times

patterned light gold kimonos and delicate

sorry but there are

hair. It was her first time wearing this kind of clothing; she wasn't very skilled at it but with help from the maids they

up, the maids tied up

walked out of Imperial

Joyce, "The Crown Prince

were indescribable and unprovable; whether they were

returned to Clint's

that all the candles on the floor had been removed and all traces of blood cleaned

into a black-gold robe and was sitting on the ground. His face was almost devoid of color; one

Dawn was approaching outside.