(Author’s POV)
Jacob bolted, then went dashing towards Iris. Like a child, he clung to her sleeve and asked, "How is he? How’s the child?" his voice came out constricted, vulnerable. The four brothers stepped forward as well, waiting patiently for Healer Hector’s reply.
"Your majesty, the surgery~ .... was a success," Iris relayed the news.
Hearing her words, Jacob suddenly felt as if the heavy stone rolling on his chest had vanished. He realised he had been holding his breath for too long and finally exhaled. His grip on Iris’s sleeve loosened as he mumbled words full of gratitude, his voice hoarse, "Thank you~ .... Thank you so much, Iris. Thank you for saving his life. I will always remain indebted to you," his strong stature crumbling in front of everyone as his eyes were filled with fresh, unrestrained tears.
His choice of words left the brothers looking at him with pure astonishment. Indebted over Fabian’s life, those words felt heavy, coming from the vampire king himself.
Iris licked her lower lip; her face still held some tension. Taking a deep breath, she added, "Your majesty~ .... there is something more. Fabian~ ... is not completely out of danger. The laceration on his chest was too deep and severe. Due to which he had lost a lot of blood. We have done all we could, but the next twenty four hours will be very crucial for him." Then, with a slight pause and tight voice, she said the difficult part, "Anything could happen. You need to be prepared."
Jacob felt a sharp, thorny pang in his chest. Yet he tried to display a strong front. "Alright," he said. "Can I~ .... can I see him?"
"You may~ ..." saying this, Iris stepped aside. "He has just had surgery, so you need to clean your hands and wear proper gear to enter."
Jacob didn’t wait any longer. He hurriedly unscrewed the tap, scratching his hands to wash off the bloodstain and dirt. In the process, his skin was ready to be peeled off, but he didn’t care. Then, putting on the spare isolation gown and face mask, he rushed inside the room, without looking back.
Seeing the urgency in his footsteps, the brothers exchanged curious glances. They all were thinking the same thing. Brave decided to be straightforward as he questioned, "Healer Hector, what exactly is Chairman Larson’s relationship with Fabian?"
Iris pursed her lips. She knew very well that the day was nearing when Fabian’s real identity would be out in the open, yet it was not her place to reveal the truth, so she replied, her voice even, "Young Alpha Brave, I do not possess the authority to share it. To suffice your curiosity, you will have to ask his majesty directly." With that, she gave a polite nod, turned around and walked back inside.
Once the door was completely shut, Dion remarked, "I have always had my doubts about him, but by the way things have unfolded and how Chairman Larson’s attitude toward Fabian has been, I am one hundred percent sure now they have an extremely close relationship."
Elio, recalling something, snapped his fingers and quickly added, "Indeed. Earlier, when we came back, I heard Gunnar saying that the young master had taken a hit while saving the vampire king. The one who had taken the brunt is Fabian."
"Young master? You sure he called Fabian that?" Alaric queried, his brows knitted.
"Yes, brother Al. I am definitely sure," Elio said reassuringly. "They were talking about Fabian."
Brave and Alaric exchanged glances as little by little the pieces of the jumbled puzzle started to fall into place. Fabian’s desperate reaction when Jacob was drowning deep in the sea, and now, there was definitely something.



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