Chapter 2164 Cold Blood
Knowing there was no point talking to Danrique at that moment, Francesca tugged at Monica to leave. However, the latter shouted in panic, “Mr. Lindberg, please! I’m begging you! Please help Prince William!”
Alas, Danrique only continued studying the documents, unmoved by her pleas. “Ms. Flech, please talk to Mr. Lindberg. Please…” Monica implored anxiously, grabbing Francesca’s hand.
“I’ve been asking him every day. It’s no use. Come on, get some rest first. I’ll think of something else,” Francesca said softly.
Still holding Francesca’s hand, Monica said anxiously, “But Prince William doesn’t have much time left. If things get delayed any further, he’ll die.”
“Monica—”
Before Francesca could say anything, Monica suddenly slumped to the ground from her wheelchair and begged emotionally, “Mr. Lindberg, I’m begging you. Please…”
“Monica…”
“Ms. Monica, why are you doing this to yourself?” Sean rushed forward to help her up.
Regardless, Monica refused to leave. She clung to the doorframe, crying, “Prince William was harmed by those heartless people! He’s been transferred to the hospital, but the castle’s now on lockdown. There are about eighty people in there, and they’re all poisoned. No one can leave or even enter the castle. All they can do is just wait for death to knock on their doors. Mr. Lindberg, Prince William has always viewed you as his good friend. He’s in trouble now. All I’m asking is for you to make a trip to Danontand. This will all be solved if you go there. Please! You can take this as an act of kindness. I’ll do anything you want as long as you save him.”
Francesca was moved by Monica’s speech, but Danrique was still unfazed. “Everyone has their own fate. I have no right to interfere with them.”
“Mr. Lindberg…”
“Take her out,” Danrique ordered impatiently.
Sean hurried forward and lifted Monica into the wheelchair. The latter was still pleading, but Sean pushed her out without any delay.
Francesca watched the scene with complex emotions.
She could not understand why Danrique was being so heartless. At the same time, she had no right to scold him.
There were no rules in the world where one must help another. Wronging them for not helping would be an act of guilt-tripping.
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