"Not getting up yet?"
Lucy Eaton wanted to get up, but now the wound on her stomach had split open, and the pain prevented her from rising.
"Your Highness, help me up, I can't get up."
Even a blind man was supposed to help her; was there no justice?
Emma Bennett reached out and directly pushed her away, causing Lucy Eaton to be thrown off the bed, lying on the carpet with her limbs flailing, tears streaming down her face.
So cruel.
These two words resonated in her mind, overshadowing everything else.
Not hearing anything, Emma Bennett asked, "Lucy?"
The 'Lucy' he referred to didn't want to pay him any attention and remained silent.
Emma Bennett assumed she was knocked unconscious, got off the bed, and didn't turn on the lights. After all, in his world, everything was dark; the lights were of no use to him.
"Lucy?" Emma Bennett crouched beside her and nudged her with his hand.
