Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 2297

Chapter 2297

William turned serious. “War is brutal and cruel. The ones who lose not only risk their own life but the lives of their family and loved ones. Why else do you think Donald made peace with you at the most crucial moment? It's because he was well aware of this principle!”

After a brief pause, he continued, “I know Ms. Layla's death is devastating to you, but you have to understand that one person's death is insignificant in the big picture. Otherwise, more people will die...”

“So what you're saying is”—Francesca finally understood—”Danrique should sacrifice Mr. Lincoln for the greater good?”

“I'm sorry. I know you must be incredibly upset with what I've just said, but that's how reality works.” William's tone became gentle. “At a time like this, you can't do anything else anymore. The best thing that you can do is to stay in S Nation to recuperate and wait for more news.”

“I understand.”

Not knowing what else to say, Francesca could only lower her head dejectedly.

“Francesca, you must listen to me this time. Do not be rash. Otherwise, you could really make things worse,” William reminded. “I won't disturb you any longer. Good night and rest well!”

Francesca's grip tightened around the phone in her hand. She was feeling so lost.

“Francesca, what Prince William said makes sense,” Anthony said softly. “Stop thinking too much about it. You should be focusing on resting and recovering.”

“Okay.”

Without saying another word, Francesca headed into her room with her phone in her hand.

As she passed by Layla and Lincoln's room, the memory of the three of them being a loving family flooded back into her mind. She felt a pang of sadness in her heart. If I hadn't met Danrique, if we hadn't ended up together, maybe all of this wouldn't have happened. Ms. Layla and Mr. Lincoln might still be here...

Danrique could feel his ears burning then. He wondered if Francesca was cursing him.

But as he thought about it, he was willing to be cursed by her if it meant that she would feel better after doing so.

Lounging on the sofa, he turned his gaze toward the snow outside as he yearned for Francesca.

He had no idea how long the war would last or when it would end.