"Hurry and bring him to the bed!" the man shouted as the butler hurried forward, carrying the bloodied young man before carefully laying him down as fast as he could.
The young man was covered in injuries. Blood streamed down from a severe wound on his head, one of his eyes was badly bruised, and several deep gashes stretched across his chest and stomach.
His face had turned deathly pale, and every breath left him in a strained drag.
Low groans escaped his lips as he writhed in constant agony, wishing for death more than anything else in that moment.
The pain was unbearable.
Even strangers would have pitied the sight before them.
Then what about the woman who gave birth to him?
His mother.
The moment she entered the room, her eyes were already glistening with tears. But the instant her gaze landed on the bloodied figure lying on the bed, her breathing froze.
Her face lost all color.
Her body turned rigid.
