CHAPTER 883: CHAPTER 883: WHAT’S SO SPECIAL ABOUT HIM

"Stop numbing me with these self-deceiving lies." Ann Vaughn’s eyes turned red, and her smile was bleak and powerless, "You had someone control my body, made me aim a gun at the person I love, forcing me to kill him—is this what you call reluctance?"

"Warren Vance, you really are a master manipulator."

Even though Cyrus Hawthorne just acted nonchalant for her peace of mind, pretending that the injury wasn’t serious.

But she was the one who fired that shot, and her marksmanship rarely ever missed. The bullet hit the heart right on, and Cyrus Hawthorne’s chance of survival was almost nil.

If there was any delay in sending him to the hospital, he might even die on the spot.

If it weren’t for her, Cyrus Hawthorne wouldn’t have been hurt.

If only she wasn’t there...

If only she wasn’t there, it would be better...

Taking advantage of Ann Vaughn’s moment of distraction, Warren Vance appeared beside her in the blink of an eye, snatching the gun from her hand and tossing it to the ground.

After suffering so many blows and shocks in such a short time, Ann Vaughn’s spirit had already reached the breaking point, and with severe blood loss, she fainted on the spot.

"Get a doctor here," Warren Vance ordered, carrying Ann Vaughn in large strides towards the room.

"Yes, Your Highness. About those sent to pursue..." Quinn Bishop asked cautiously.

Warren Vance’s lips pressed into a line, his dark red eyes swirling with a thick air of menace, suppressing it for the woman in his arms at the moment.

He originally did not consider that man worth his attention, but now he cannot help but acknowledge this enemy’s existence.

"Withdraw, no need to pursue."

Quinn Bishop was stunned internally, the man had snuck into The Royal City three times, as if casually strolling in his own backyard, acting with a boldness tantamount to provocation against The Royal Family.

But His Highness actually wants to let him go...

"...Yes."

...

The room was filled with the strong smell of blood, the doctor sat by the bed, skillfully removed the bullet from Ann Vaughn’s right hand, then applied medication and bandaged it.

After completing these, the doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and reported to Warren Vance, "Your Highness, the Princess’s right hand’s tendons are severed, not even a deity could restore them. Even I can only guarantee that the Princess’s daily life won’t be affected in the future."

Such a result would be unacceptable even for an ordinary person.

Not to mention the medically skilled Ann Vaughn, who is extremely proficient with needles?

If she were to know her right hand was rendered useless, only afraid...

Warren Vance’s gaze deepened, with a mocking expression.

For that man, she even abandoned her right hand?

What on earth is so good about him?

"You may leave now."

"Alright, Your Highness."

After the doctor left, Warren Vance walked to the bedside, looking at Ann Vaughn whose brow was tightly furrowed even in her unconscious state, her little face pale. His cold finger lightly poked her cheek.

"Weren’t you most afraid of pain?"

Someone who usually feared pain, yet now, for a man, she unhesitatingly rendered her right hand useless, just because she refused to harm him.

Ha, it’s quite laughable anyway.

Warren Vance sneered lightly, then removed the bandages from Ann Vaughn’s right hand, took out a dagger, and cut a line in his palm.

This time, his wound did not heal on its own, fresh blood immediately trickled from the cut, dripping onto the bloody hole in Ann Vaughn’s right hand.

In an instant, the gruesome bloody hole began to heal, leaving no trace.

The once energetic Warren Vance suddenly became lethargic, so tired that he seemed like he could fall asleep at any moment.

...

The Imperial Capital.

In the deep of night, Villa No. 8 was tranquil.

The children’s room still had its lights on, and the sound of keyboard typing echoed intermittently from the desk.

"Lord, how’s the situation now?" The Little Dumpling pressed on the earpiece, frowning.

The Lord’s voice was heavy, "Not very optimistic, Warren Vance seems to have realized that the sudden chaos in the central city was a deliberate trick, after leaving guards to maintain order, he left."

Ryan Wyatt used puppetry technique to control Ann Vaughn, but Warren Vance suddenly received news of chaos in the central city, so he took a helicopter to that side.

The central city indeed experienced chaos, but not to the extent that necessitated Warren Vance’s personal oversight.

A bigger chaos would certainly induce causalities, Kenny only wanted to buy Cyrus Hawthorne some time, not really intending to harm anyone, so he refrained from doing so.

Just then, Black Spade J’s voice came through Kenny’s earpiece.

"My King, it’s bad, it seems like your dad is in trouble."

Kenny’s chubby small hand trembled, standing up he hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong with my dad? Is he seriously hurt?"

"Don’t worry, Eva and I are escorting his car to the hospital, and Echo is covering the rear."

"Thank you," Kenny said earnestly, "Please make sure to bring my dad back safely, I’m willing to pay any price."

Black Spade J nonchalantly said, "Saying that kind of thing makes us feel like outsiders, there’s no price to pay, a child’s task is to eat, sleep well, and grow tall."

"Next time we meet, let your sister give you a kiss as thanks!" Eve chimed in, "It wasn’t all for nothing, me nearly getting taken advantage of by that pervert Second Prince."

Even the usually quiet Lord agreed, "I want nothing else, just remember to treat me to hotpot when you come to S Country."

He wanted to see if it really was as good as My Little King said.

"I’ve remembered it all," The Little Dumpling said in a childish voice, "thanks, everyone."

After cutting the communication link, The Little Dumpling looked at the picture frame on the desk, which showed him being hugged by Ann Vaughn, bashfully burying his chubby face into her neck nook.

Ann Vaughn’s smile was like the warm sunlight of March, gentle and delicate as if it could cleanse people’s hearts.

Kenny clenched his small fists hard, he must save his mommy.

...

Five days later.

Gothasen.

The news about Ann Vaughn remaining unconscious had somehow spread beyond The Royal City, and the people of Gothasen voluntarily organized a prayer ceremony to bless Her Highness the Princess.

This ceremony lasted for five days, yet Ann Vaughn still showed no signs of waking up.

The people outside were worried and anxious, and so were those in The Royal City.

Even when Warren Vance was smiling gently before, people’s fear of him never decreased. Not to mention that now, there was almost no smile on his face.

Realizing the issue, the maids and attendants hoped desperately for Ann Vaughn to awaken soon, to save them from their dire predicament.

"How long are you going to sleep?" Warren Vance looked at the sleeping Ann Vaughn, frowning, "You dislike Sweetie, I will stop bringing it when I come to see you. You like Betty, so I’ll have her transferred back to The Royal City to continue caring for you. You asked me to let that man go, and I did."

"I won’t do things you dislike, I will try to understand the things you like, what must I do for you to be willing to stay by my side?"

If anyone were present at this moment, they would likely be startled by his nearly despairing tone.

When has anyone ever heard the Crown Prince of Gothasen speak in such a humble manner?