Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess novel Chapter 97

Early the next morning, Rowan awoke to a guard's voice at the door, informing him that the villa was surrounded and no one was getting out.

With a slap on the table, Rowan stood up, his injured hand bleeding anew. "Insolence! That ungrateful brat tried to imprison me! What is he thinking?"

Sydney tried to soothe him, "Rowan, try to calm down. Your hand is bleeding again."

She shouted, "Get the driver to ready the car. Can't you see his hand bleeding? We need to get him to the hospital, pronto."

Before she could finish, a doctor with a medical kit entered from outside. "I'm a physician, and I can help treat the wound."

Rowan snorted, "And just who the hell are you?"

The doctor replied, "As I said, I'm a doctor. Unless you want your hand to be ruined, let me bandage it."

At that moment, Oliver walked in, clad in a crisp grey business suit, his tousled hair adding to his vigorous demeanor. "If you don't want to die, stay put. If you're itching for a death wish, try breaking through. The mercenaries at the door will find killing you as easy as slaughtering a chicken. Don't believe me? Be my guest."

Rowan stood up, pointing a bloodied finger at Oliver. "Oliver, I am your father! How dare you treat me this way!"

Oliver retorted, "I'm here to show who calls the shots in the Baldwin family!"

Their eyes met; one cold and unfeeling, the other ablaze with rage.

Sydney, standing aside, was frantic, "Oliver, for heaven's sake, he's your dad. Can't you sit down and talk this through?"

Oliver's lips twisted into a mocking smile, his gaze intense and dark as he stared at her. "And what exactly are you in all this?"