PRISONER CRUEL CEO

Chapter 7

Bram stepped his feet towards the couple who were now standing with a tense face staring at the nursing room door in front of them.

Revan turned his head when he heard footsteps approaching. Look closely at his son's secretary.

“You've contacted the Emperor?” Revan asked who was replied with a nod of the head by Bram.

“Raila ... Raila.”

Revan immediately hugged his now trembling wife's body in fear while mentioning their Princess' name.

“It's okay. He'll be fine.”

Slowly Rania looked up, looking at her husband's face with teary eyes. Everything was pretty good a few minutes ago, but why is it like this? Raila's body suddenly convulsed without cause, making Rania, who was sitting in the ward, shout calling her husband's name.

Revan could feel Rania's trembling shoulders being scared in her arms. He tried to gently rub his wife's back, trying to calm down even though deep down he was also worried.

A few minutes later.

A car stopped perfectly in front of the hospital. The figure of the driver immediately got out of the car, running quite hastily into the hospital without a care about the surroundings.

Even the figure did not apologize when it accidentally bumped into someone else in the corridor.

Ting!

Revan, Rania and Bram turned their heads when they heard the sound of footsteps running towards them. The figure of the Emperor was seen approaching with great worry emanating clearly on the man's face.

The Emperor stopped his run right in front of his parents with a roar of hunting breath, “ba-how is Raila, Dad?”

“Doctor hasn't been out since. So we also do not know,” said Revan answered his son's question, until the middle-aged man suddenly jerked.

The Emperor's body fell to the cold floor of the hospital. His hands ruffled his hair furiously by gritting his teeth.

‘Fucking woman! I will make you suffer! I'll make you suffer!’ the Inner Emperor was unceasingly cursing and swearing in his heart. All because of that woman!

Revan briefly tried to open his lips, but the sound of the door opening suddenly shifted his gaze. Staring at the figure of the man in a large white suit who was now coming out of the wardrobe.

Instantly Rania approaches the figure, “Lion, Raila is fine ‘ right?”

Lion looked at Rania with a tired face and sweaty fur clearly visible on his forehead.

“It's okay. Everything is stable. His condition is starting to improve like before, so you can calm down Rania.” Said Lion gently as he rubbed the woman's shoulder.

Instantly Rania's body was limp. Revan quickly caught his wife's body on the floor, holding the limp body of the woman he loved closer to the waiting chair in front of the nursery.

Lion's gaze turned to the Emperor who was still sitting on the floor. The young man's face looked quite tangled with lips muttering nonstop.

“Thank God. Thankfully,” muttered the Emperor gasped as a pair of legs stood before him.

The Emperor looked up at the old outstretched hand before him with the face of Lion.

“Do not sit on the floor.” Said Lion, then helped the Emperor rise as the young man received a helping hand.

Suddenly Lion flinched with a worried gaze staring at the Emperor, “are you hurt? In which part?” ask Lion.

The Emperor's forehead shriveled at the question. He looked down a little at her disheveled appearance. None of his limbs were injured.

“What do you mean? I'm fine,” said the Emperor with a confused face.

Lion speechless, “arnih?”

“But there is a smell of blood from your clothes.” Said Lion with a full glance.

***

Adelia's eyes slowly opened. His whole body was in so much pain, especially his head.

“Hiks hiks!” the girl sobbed with a trembling body.

“Sa-sickness. I-mother of the orphanage,” Adelia shrieked with sobs and tears dripping down the floor.

Chequek!

Adelia's body stiffened when she heard the sound of the door opening. He wanted to look, but was afraid. Made Adelia choose silence and closed her eyes again, holding the stuffing out of her lips.

“It looks like he hasn't regained consciousness from fainting.” The baritone voice was heard entering Adelia's ears, making the woman try to resist shaking her body.

“Poor woman,” the man murmured. The murmur that Adelia still hears.

Not long after, footsteps sounded away along with the door of the room that opened and closed.

Slowly Adelia tried to look back. Staring at the atmosphere of the room that returned quiet without any sound, until his gaze stopped on a tray placed on the floor not far from where it was.

“Ma-food,” Adelia intends to rise and approach that tray. However, his movements came to a halt with a feeling of anxiety.

“What food was not poisoned?”