Bailey shot him an annoyed glare.
Is it really necessary for him to be this anxious just because there's a bloody hole in my shoulder?
She said, “Say, Mr. Luther. Stop staring and do something. Do you happen to have any hemostatic medicine? Apply some for me, would you? If I keep losing blood like this, you might end up a widower.”
Observing her nonchalant demeanor and how she was still in the mood to tease him, Artemis couldn't help but glare disapprovingly at her.
However, he dared not waste any more time. Swiftly, he retrieved a white porcelain bottle from his chest and, after unscrewing the cap, meticulously sprinkled the medicine onto her wound.
His actions were delicate, as if he were wary of causing her any further pain or harm to her wound.
Nevertheless, it was impossible to entirely prevent the medicinal powder from causing some corrosion to the flesh and blood.
Bailey winced in agony within his embrace, her breaths coming in short gasps.
“D*mn, that feels good,” she said with a sigh.
Artemis was a mixture of heartbreak and anger, his brows knitted in an intensely grim expression.
“You're constantly getting into trouble. It's best for you to stay at home like a hothouse flower. Starting today, you're forbidden from engaging in any hazardous missions,” he stated through clenched teeth.
Bailey was in such excruciating pain that she began to break out in a cold sweat and simply didn't have the energy to argue with him any longer. She leaned wearily against him, her legs wobbling weakly due to excessive blood loss.
Despite his anger, all of the rage within him evaporated in an instant when he witnessed her in such a frail and ailing condition.
He scooped her into his arms, proceeding deeper into the castle under the concealment of a group of assassins.
When Broderick and Joseph comprehended that they were confronting a formidable adversary, in the spirit of unity against a shared foe, they temporarily set aside their differences. Together, they raised their blades in the direction of the intruder.
No matter how intensely the two brothers fought each other, at the end of the day, the Rogers family would still remain under the control of their own kin.
Nevertheless, if external forces were to intervene, the entire Rogers family could be eradicated.
They had been fighting for many years, vying for the coveted position of family head.
If the Rogers family were to truly change leadership in the end, all their years of strife and struggle would have been rendered meaningless.
Seeing the rare unity between Broderick and Joseph as they shook hands and reconciled before turning their weapons toward him, Artemis couldn't help but curl his lips into a cold smirk.
Great. I shall deal with both of them in one fell swoop. Saves me the trouble of dealing with them one by one. Now that they've joined forces, I can annihilate them all at once. This family doesn't have a reason to continue existing, because after the enormous changes today, even if the Rogers family manages to survive, it will be but a shadow of its former self.
Within mainland Gregan, there existed numerous esteemed families, second in prominence only to the Rogers family.
These factions had long harbored ambitions toward the Rogers family, biding their time until the family met a major setback, after which they aimed to gradually consume the family's influence, ultimately dismantling this noble lineage that had been deeply rooted in Gregan for centuries.
“Mr. Luther, the two old geezers have teamed up. Should we make a move against Mr. Joseph's subordinates?” asked one of the subordinates.
Artemis glanced at Joseph, whose bloodshot eyes blazed with a fiery determination, fully aware of the deep reluctance the latter felt about surrendering.
A person like him, if given the opportunity to preserve his strength, would undoubtedly stage a comeback once he had recovered. When that moment arrived, it would usher in a never-ending cycle of trouble.
However, Artemis couldn't bring himself to eliminate Joseph either. After all, the latter was destined to be Simon's future father-in-law. His demise at the hands of the Luthers would undeniably inflict an indelible scar on Simon and Catherine's relationship.
“Take action and get rid of all the assassins. Should any Rogers family members resist, execute them immediately. Oh, and do not harm the head of the Rogers family. Capture him alive,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir.”
In contrast to the bloody battle in the square, the main house appeared considerably more serene.
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