“Cazola will come soon. He may be 5’2 in height and is lean, but he’s full of strength. He has Wrinkles on his face and is white-haired. He is 70 years old but still walks with wind and speaks loudly, just like in his thirties.” Edward explained.
There came Cazola and he looked at Erik with disdain.
“You are a prince. No prince can be undercover!” Cazola said.
After that, it seemed that he was about to leave, but Erik grabbed Cazola.
“I am not!” Cazola looked suspicious. Erik explained, “My mother is just a servant!”
Cazola smiled contemptuously, “Let’s take an introductory test first!”
“What?” Eric asked.
“There will be a terrorist in your cell!” Cazola in a serious tone.
“I know. This is part of the plan!” Erik was certain.
“He has a password book. I want you to get it within three days. If you can’t get it, there is no need to continue!” Cazola continued.
“Okay.” Erik answered.
Kely’s Point Of View
Erik was horrible. I never expected that this would happen. He shot his brother. My brother and I were still trying our best to defend him. Why would he do it? How much hostility does he have against Edward!
I hurriedly went to the hospital where Edward was admitted. I asked the doctor to let me in, but they only explain that Edward’s life is not in danger and that he needs to rest now and can’t see anyone.
I clearly saw that he was shot in the heart but is the heart located on the right side? No, no matter what, I want to see him. Now I am secretly hiding in the fire exit of the hospital, waiting for the guards to leave. Then, I will rush directly inside to see Edward.
But as I waited, I got bored and fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of footsteps. Someone’s coming. I tried my best to shrink my body and hide behind the door, hoping they wouldn’t find me. As they walked closer, I saw Edward. The Edward I was trying to see. I was Shocked. Isn’t he injured? Isn’t he in the ICU? Why is he here?
Edward didn’t see me. Edward was about to enter when my nose bumped on the door frame.
“Ouch!” My nose hurts, and my tears start to slide down my cheeks.
Edward turned around and saw me. He was stunned, and when he saw the tears on my face, he was even more puzzled. “Kely, why are you here?”
I cried and said, “Waiting for you!”
“Then why are you crying?” Asked Edward.
“I. . . . I. . . . I. . . .” Before I finished speaking, he quickly explained, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
He caressed my hair, and I didn’t feel intimate because his actions were like touching his blue cat. I guess nothing is wrong. His next questioning made me even more disappointed.
He looked around. “Judy didn’t come?”
I answered truthfully, “Of course she came, and she was worried!” “However, the doctors and bodyguards didn’t let us in, saying that you were too weak to see anyone, so Judy went back!” I suddenly feel that something is wrong. “Aren’t you hurt? You look so strong. You ran on the stairs just now!”
Edward began to falter, “Not at all. I have a good foundation.”
Good foundation? I’m even more suspicious because I’ve seen injured people. My father was shot and died. That’s why I’m more worried about Edward than others. I don’t want that kind of tragedy to happen to my two favorite men!
At that moment, she seriously doubts that Edward was not injured at all. So she punched Edward where he shot him. Edward first froze then suddenly reacted.
Covering his wound, He began to shout, “Oh, it hurts, Kely, why are you making trouble?”
I looked at Edward and looked at MoMo: “Come on, stop acting, it’s too fake!”
Edward made a face, then took my hand and pushed me out, “Since you already know I’m fine, you don’t have to worry, go home, bye-bye!”
There are still doubts in my mind. It’s impossible to leave unless he answers all my doubts. So, I grabbed Edward’s arm and said, “I will never leave until you tell me the truth!”
He doesn’t care about me because I’m not Judy, and he won’t feel pity when he pushes me away. I stumbled and almost fell to the ground. But I will never give up.
I stayed up until 3 am and slipped into the ICU when I saw that the bodyguard was fast asleep.
I saw Edward sleeping. With the quilt between his legs, his hands scratching his ass. The image is not good, but I still find him handsome. Him Scratching his ass posture is so graceful!
I squeezed his nose hard. When He opened his eyes and saw that it was me, he said, “You’re still here?” I took out my mobile phone and faced it at Edward, “If you don’t tell me the truth, I will tell the king your foolishness!” Edward looked at her flatly and said, “You can tell him, he knows!”