Chapter 1246:
Catching sight of Elena, Lance didn’t waste a moment. He seized her hand and pulled her urgently toward Tinsley’s quarters. “We don’t have time for details, El. My sister needs you right now!”
Their arrival was met with a crowd, bodies packed tightly in the hallway and spilling into the room.
An attempt to step inside was halted when the Royal Guard barred Elena’s way.
Frustration erupted from Lance. “What’s the meaning of this? Who gave you the right to block my way?”
Prince Randell emerged from the crowd, his finger leveled at Elena. “Lance, you’re allowed in. She isn’t.”
A scowl creased Lance’s brow. “You don’t understand—she’s the only doctor who can help my sister. Why keep her out?”
Feigning concern, Prince Randell delivered his verdict. “No one of unknown background gets near Princess Tinsley under my watch.”
In reality, Prince Randell’s show of worry was hollow. He had little interest in Princess Tinsley’s survival. With King Terrance no longer in control of his faculties and unable to manage Yoswye, Prince Lance had become irrelevant. Princess Tinsley’s death would leave Prince Randell with a clear path to the throne.
Desperation colored Lance’s plea. Veins stood out as he tried again, saying, “She’s not just anyone. She’s the Healer my sister has invited. She even saved my father!”
Unmoved, Prince Randell kept his stance, blocking Elena’s path without a hint of remorse.
Desperation surged through Lance. “Are you out of your mind?” he shouted. Every moment mattered—Tinsley’s life hung in the balance.
In that instant, Elena understood that Prince Randell had no intention of seeing Tinsley survive.
The louder Lance yelled, the more hopeless the situation seemed, until Elena quietly lifted her hand, signaling him to stop. He fell silent, bewildered by her sudden calm.
Instead of backing away, Elena stepped toward Prince Randell, catching everyone off guard. With lightning speed, she pressed a needle against Prince Randell’s throat. “Your…”
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“Highness, do you really believe your guards’ bullets can beat my hand? Three minutes. That’s all this needle takes to take you down.” Even Lance stood frozen, unable to fathom Elena’s nerve. The Royal Guard answered to Prince Randell alone. What if he called her bluff and ordered them to fire?
Astonishing everyone, Prince Randell wavered beneath Elena’s unyielding stare. “Stand down,” Prince Randell instructed, swallowing his pride. “Let her pass.” Lance could barely process what he’d seen. Prince Randell, of all people, giving in so easily?
Without another word, Elena guided Lance through the door into Tinsley’s chamber.
A swift glance told Elena everything she needed to know—Tinsley’s injury was critical. The bullet was lodged in a perilous spot, mere millimeters from vital nerves and blood vessels. Any slip could spell disaster.
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