Conquering His Cold Heart
Chapter 448 - 448: Guilty Faces

Almost immediately after Everard and Cillian fell to the ground after colliding with each other, several of the King's Guards rushed over and surrounded both of them, creating a barrier.

"Arghh!" Cillian let out a guttural sound and rolled over to his side while holding his stomach and chest.

Although Cillian didn't seem to be bleeding on the outside, from the way he collided with the Alpha, people around him were sure that the kid had sustained severe internal injuries.

Everard grunted and got up on his feet. He was obviously not hurt anywhere but he was mad at the boy who stood on his path like a dummy. Now, because of that dummy, he was surrounded by his guards and Jerome was also approaching him again.

The not-so-careful escape that he carried out just now from his bathroom window became completely useless because of the boy. As a result, his plan to go and look for any clues about Ruby was halted.

Thus, fuming with anger and irritation, he went over to the boy by his side and shouted, "I asked you to move, you idiot!"

He instantly felt bad when he saw the poor boy crouching in pain and sweating profusely. If it wasn't for the super hearing that allowed him to hear the boy's racing heartbeat, he would have thought that the boy was about to die because he lay there almost unmoving.

Everard crouched down a little and asked Cillian while lowering his tone a bit, "Did I hurt you badly? Aren't you healing?"

Jerome came rushing to Everard's side at that very moment. He wanted to scold Everard for trying to run away from his own castle. However, his eyes fell on Cillian.

Suddenly, a sense of panic rushed over him. He immediately knelt down and asked nervously, "Cillian? Are you alright?"

Cillian could barely breathe at the moment. How could he be alright?

Everard also sensed that something was very wrong with the boy. And even he began to panic thinking that he was going to be a murderer of another soul.

He looked at his guards and restlessly asked, "Why isn't he healing? Do something instead of swarming around me like bees!"

The guards who were reluctant to help the boy suddenly became concerned.

Jerome looked up at one of the guards who was close by and asked, "Call for the doctors. I think he needs some assistance to help him heal. There's something wrong."

Jerome was suspecting that some of Cillian's internal organs were ruptured too badly which was preventing him from healing on his own.

Everard pushed his long hair back and kept on holding his head while looking at the helpless boy. 'Please don't die on me. Please don't die on me,' he was chanting as he watched Jerome trying to talk with the boy.

Jerome didn't try to move Cillian, fearing that it would make it worse if the boy was bleeding internally. Instead, he leaned down and was asking Cillian, "Where does it hurt? Can you tell me?"

Cillian tried to speak, but he could barely part his lips. With every second that passed, Cillian was finding it more and more difficult to breathe since the pain that he was feeling inside his chest and stomach was getting worse and worse.

A stream of tears involuntarily rolled down from the corners of Cillian's eyes.

Seeing him tearing up like that, Jerome felt helpless. He looked at the pitiful state of the boy. Then he cursed himself for forgetting how strong Everard was and asking the poor young boy to stop the Alpha from running.

'What came over me for me to say something so foolish?' Jerome even wondered if meeting him was Cillian's bad luck. 'I just wished to help him. But was I guiding this boy to his death?'

He suddenly turned to look at Everard. His heart sank when he saw Everard on the verge of breaking down.

Jerome looked up at the moon and prayed, 'Please don't let Everard bear the burden of an innocent soul's death. I beg you…'

He then looked back at Cillian and whispered pitifully, "Cillian, focus on the areas where you are feeling the pain. Try to imagine those areas getting healed."

He said that just in case it was Cillian's mind that was stopping him from healing naturally. After all, Cillian had just turned into a werewolf yesterday night. What if his body had not adapted to the changes yet? What if it didn't know to heal faster yet?

The resident doctors soon arrived while carrying their briefcases.

"Milord," one of the doctors looked at Jerome's guilty face and said, "We will take it from here. Why don't you go and rest?"

Jerome denied to go away. And so did Everard. They simply moved aside to give some space for the doctors to work. Both of them felt responsible for Cillian's condition.

As the doctors began to attend to Cillian, Jerome tore his gaze from the boy and looked at another pitiful face. "Your Majesty," he said with a soft voice. "It's not your fault. I was the one who instructed him to stop you. If I hadn't shouted, he wouldn't have been in your way."

Everard had already recognized Cillian as the new wolf who he met yesterday. And because of that, he felt even guiltier.

"How is it not my fault? Just look at what I did to…" Everard choked on his words.

He breathed out shakily and looked away, unable to see the doctors preparing to perform an incision just below Cillian's chest.

The doctors were those who had previously attended to the late King. Since they were trained to look after him, they were well-versed in the anatomy of the werewolves.

Everard overheard them saying, "One of his rib bones seemed to have punctured his lung, and maybe it has even crushed his heart. We need to pull the rib bone back to its position and hopefully, his healing will kick in on its own."

His heart sank into the depth of guilt when he heard that. He restlessly wiped the sweat from his upper lips and completely turned his back on Cillian.

"Why don't you go inside?" Jerome asked Everard, sensing his discomfort and guilt. "I will keep on updating you about his condition."

However, Everard simply pretended not to hear what Jerome said and kept on standing there while clenching his fists behind his back.

Jerome heaved a deep sigh and ordered one of the guards, "Bring a chair for the King."

Soon after, the whole lawn was filled with the bone-chilling growl from Cillian as the doctors performed an incision on him without the help of any kind of numbing medicine.

The boy who wasn't moving until just a few seconds ago needed to be held down to the ground by four guards.

The doctors felt sorry for the kid. But they were already running out of time. They couldn't wait for the numbing medicine to take effect. And even when Cillian was pleading for the doctors to stop, they continued to cut open his ribcage.

"I am sorry kid, but please endure for a while. You will feel much better afterward," the doctor said in a calm and comforting voice.

However, Cillian could only wail and plead, "I think I will die if you keep on cutting me open. Just stop already…"