Kyson’s clothes were stained with blood, necessitating a change before he could return to the banquet hall. However, Lucinda, exhausted and dispirited, had lost all interest in continuing the festivities.
Snowflakes began to fall again.
The frigid wind carried the snow, causing the temperature to fall abruptly.
Lucinda hugged herself, shivering.
“Take me back to my residence. I need some rest.”
Without hesitation, Kyson swiftly removed his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.
A guard brought them an umbrella, and Kyson shielded her from the falling snow with it.
This time, she didn’t turn down his gesture.
She couldn’t afford to fall ill now. She needed to save her strength and brainstorm alternative solutions before the wedding.
Kyson glanced at her and remained silent.
Once they arrived at the small countryside villa, he instructed the maid to take good care of her, watch her closely, and keep him informed.
The heating was on in the bedroom, and Kyson sat on the edge of her bed.
With her back turned to him, Lucinda breathed evenly as she feigned sleep.
Although she was tired and sleepy, she couldn’t make herself go to sleep with him beside her
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He stared at her profile quietly. He wanted to talk to her about the baby.
However, seeing how truly exhausted she was, he decided against waking her.
Instead, he rose from the bed and quietly closed the bedroom door behind him.
Once outside, Kyson drove straight to the prison.
With the privilege given by the Princess Royal, he could enter with no hassle.
Within the prison’s dim and damp confines, a solitary lamp hung from the wall. As he ventured deeper, the distinct sound of whipping reached his ears, sending chills down his spine.
Yet, despite the guards’ relentless torture, Sonny remained resolute, offering no cries for mercy. The monotonous sound of the whip sounded eerie in light of his silence.
The guards opened the door for Kyson, and a pungent smell of blood filled his nostrils.
He stepped inside, his mood visibly lifted as he gazed upon the battered man before him.
Sonny hung suspended. Covered in his own blood and barely conscious, he withstood the torment in stoic silence.