Seeing the white sheet instantly stained crimson, Ashley Bowen's tears burst forth like a broken dam, impossible to hold back.
The news of the Third Prince's shooting was temporarily suppressed by the military. The light for the emergency room at the military general hospital remained on.
Ashley Bowen sat on a waiting room chair, hugging her knees and burying her head in them.
The scene just now had been terrifyingly perilous. The shooting, the takedown of the attacker—it was all over in less than five minutes.
"Imperial Concubine, have some hot water to calm your nerves."
Just as Ashley Bowen was trembling violently, Aaron handed her a cup of hot water.
Ashley Bowen felt an icy chill all over. Her hands shaking, she cupped the water and stammered, "Th... Thank you."
Aaron shook his head. He had just turned to leave when Ashley Bowen suddenly called out to him, "The Third Prince... he's going to be okay, right?"
