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.

from being shot last night and

how could she escape? Her whole body was stained with his

didn't dare to think

that breaking the curse would cost him so much of his

watched

blood transfusion while administering albumin and oxygen. They did everything they could to save

second, everyone present felt like they were

Crown

it dried up and tightened her skin until

long time-so long that it felt like time had frozen-the doctors'

had been detached from her body, Clint finally took a breath. He lay on the ground

Joyce let

goodness he didn't

immediately approached him and

ask if the curse had been broken but felt it wasn't

shook his

light

immediately complied. "Yes, Your Highness. Miss

a doctor feeding him water and seemingly giving him an injection. She didn't look again because at this

Joyce to

was where Joyce

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

her clothes stained with fresh blood and threw them

gradually washed away all

relaxed slightly. She thoroughly cleaned herself using scented soap several times to remove the smell of blood from her

patterned light gold kimonos and delicate

there are

about that much anymore; she changed into the kimono and blow-dried her hair. It was her first time wearing this kind of clothing; she wasn't very skilled

finishing up, the maids tied up Joyce's

out of

to Joyce, "The Crown Prince has something to say

considered broken or not. Curses were indescribable and unprovable; whether they were brokenor not could only be believed or not believed

returned to Clint's

the floor had been removed and all traces

ground. His face was almost devoid of color; one

Dawn was approaching outside.