Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19 A Slap

Frished

Margaret didn’t give them a chance to respond. Having said her piece, she turned and strode away without a backward glance.

Waste of breath, dealing with these people.

But she’d barely taken a few steps when Stella’s panicked shriek erupted behind her.

“Your Highness! Someone help–he’s collapsed!”

Jasper’s voice joined the chaos. “Get a physician! No–there’s no time–fetch the estate doctor, now!”

Christopher lay on the ground, body rigid, foam flecking his lips.

As Jasper frantically had him carried into the main hall, Stella tearfully fixed her gaze on Margaret’s retreating figure.

“Margaret, are you satisfied now? You’ve infuriated the Crown Prince so much that he’s passed out! Do you have any idea what will happen if something goes wrong here? If anything happens to him, we’ll all suffer the consequences! Even if you don’t care about yourself, think of Father! Think of Jasper! Think of every life in this household! You used to be so sensible–how have you become so heartless and cruel?”

Margaret clenched her fists in fury. She whirled around, strode back to Stella, and slapped her across the face!

Stella stood frozen in shock.

Margaret flexed her wrist. “Ah. Much better.”

She’d wanted to do that for ages!

Instantly, Stella’s terrified scream pierced the air. “Ah! How dare you hit me?”

Margaret raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been telling everyone I hit you for years. Now I finally do, and you’re surprised?”

With that, she slapped her again. The second one sent Stella stumbling to the ground.

“How could you-”

“I’m your older sister. Father’s away. Who’s supposed to discipline you if not me? You and Jasper seem to think it’s perfectly reasonable when he does it.”

Stepping around Stella, she walked directly into the main hall.

She had no desire to care whether that trashy prince lived or died. But Stella was right about one thing– the Crown Prince absolutely could not die in their estate!

For her own sake, if nothing else, she couldn’t let him perish now…

Jasper was frantically tending to the knife wound on Christopher’s arm. “His entire arm has turned black.

8:35 pm

Chapter 19 A Slap

The weapon that wounded him must have been poisoned. Damn it–we didn’t notice earlier!”

Fimshed

He shouted toward the door, “Where’s the physician? The Crown Prince’s breathing is growing weaker!”

Margaret approached and discreetly inserted a needle into the back of Christopher’s neck.

Jasper immediately shoved her away. “What are you doing back here? Weren’t you just storming off in a huff? And what’s that in your hand?”

Margaret raised her hand, revealing a bundle of needles.

Jasper glanced at the needles in her hand, then at the one now embedded in Christopher. His face went pale with horror!

“You’re sticking needles into His Highness? Have you lost your mind?”

Margaret pushed him aside impatiently. “It’s acupuncture.”

As she spoke, she tore open Christopher’s robes.

Jasper’s eyes bulged. “Have you no shame? He was your fiancé–but you’re not married yet! You can’t just- get out! Stop this madness!”

“If you want the Crown Prince to die right in front of us, Jasper, by all means, keep shouting!”

Margaret’s expression darkened. Her hands moved with incredible speed, each needle placed with precise

pressure.

For a single moment, Jasper almost believed he was watching some esteemed, venerable physician at work!

But he quickly shook off the notion. This was just his useless sister. How could she possibly be connected to medicine?

“This is no time for your antics! His Highness has clearly been poisoned. If you kill him—”

“I am treating his poison! If you keep chattering, then you’ll truly be killing him!”

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