The Reincarnation Of The Emperor

About the Sister

Late in the afternoon, the cool atmosphere in the city of Marseille, Anelle is still waiting for her beloved son to return, from the influence of tranquilizers given by Doctor Patrick to her, "is my son going to kiss the nurse?"

Solenne smiled faintly, "pray Madam, may your son soon be awake. Usually after a blood transfusion, his condition soon recovers."

Anelle nodded in understanding, "thank you for your concern. Oya, what's your name, how long have you been Doctor Patrick's personal assistant?"

"Hmm, I'm new here, madam. Excuse me," Solenne lowered her head and left the treatment room.

Anelle was a little curious about the nurse who was taking care of her son, "why is she so secretive and not so fond of questions?" he looked back at his son's face, gently rubbing the back of the hands of the handsome man who was still sound asleep.

A few hours later, Pierre was present in the hospital room. The middle-aged man entered without knocking on the door of the room, seeing his wife sitting staring at their beloved son.

"How's he doing, baby?" Pierre gently rubbed his wife's back, giving her a paper bag containing lunch.

Anelle explained all the conditions of her son, receiving the parcel that her beloved husband brought, "we eat together?"

Pierre nodded, as they were about to return to the sofa, a soft voice came from his son's thin lips.

"Mi," a heavy voice filled with agonizing groans was again heard.

Anelle approached her son, again pressing the call button to inform him that he had regained consciousness.

Pierre approached Anelle, looking fixedly at the handsome man's face, "may he soon come to his senses," they hugged each other to see the arrival of Doctor Patrick who was immediately handling their son.

Solenne helps Patrick, providing all the needs that the military personal doctor asked for, whispering a little, "how is the Doctor?"

Patrick smiled with relief staring at the two old soldiers who were still lying weakly in the hospital bed, "your son is past his critical period. I hope it gets better and soon we'll be as human as we hope together."

Two weeks more French military soldier, lost consciousness, because of the attack allied countries on him. He managed to hide something in his body, until it was finished off by foreigners from different countries. Kidnapping some time ago, successfully crippled by order Herald Tribune and other military soldiers.

Anelle and Pierre breathed a sigh of relief, hearing the doctor's explanation. Instantly they approached his son, to give strength through the touch of a hand.

"Open your eyes, son, Mami here," came back crying Anelle who was very slicing of the heart.

Solenne gently rubbed Anelle's back, whispering something in the middle-aged beautiful woman's ear, "her consciousness will return Madam, may this be a good start."

When the tall girl was about to turn her body, her hand was immediately grabbed by the man with a very tight grip.

Sheeeer, uh,

Solenne was terrified beyond measure, the grip flowing a different vibe, "Dok," the gaze of the adorable-eyed girl looked at Patrick for help.

Patrick asked Solenne to remain calm, whispering to the state soldier, "Master, open your eyes. Your parents are very hopeful, want to see you awake."

The sharp eagle's eyes opened, the bruised face slightly hindering the scene, "don't go. I will never let go of your hand" the heavy voice of the military man was heard pleading.

Of course Solenne was a little confused, he did not know the man who was lying weakly in the hospital bed, but asked to stay there without letting go of his grasp.

Anelle retreats to give Solenne space to sit on the bench she is sitting on, "sit down Sus, maybe my son still wants to talk to you."

Deg, man,

Solenne grew increasingly frightened, the beautiful face instantly turning red, as a distinct feeling enveloped the recesses of her soul, "what is this?" he murmured in his heart.

With great difficulty Solenne swallowed his saliva, hoping that the fierce man would not hurt him, "well sir, I will wait for you here," he bowed obediently.

Doctor Patrick smiled with relief, looked at Solenne, gave a thumbs up at his personal assistant, "you go with me first well, if anything happens, call me immediately. I will visit in another room. There are some patients who need special treatment."

Solenne nodded obediently, she still sat in the chair, without releasing her hands from the grasp of the warrior, who was still firmly grasping. He slowly looked towards the French state-protected military soldier, "do you feel better sir?"

The man was still reluctant to avert his gaze, he continued to stare at Solenne, even as he removed the breathing hose attached to his face.

"Sir, is your condition stable?" Solenne was a little anxious as the man increasingly tried to sit down to approach her.

Anelle and Pierre approach their son, "calm son, this girl will always take care of you here. Don't be too forced, your condition is still weak," he restrained his son's shoulders to keep calm.

"I saw Mi, she left me," a heavy voice came back like lamenting an incident.

Anelle knitted her eyebrows together, "what do you mean, do you know each other?"

The burly body again groaned in pain, unwilling to let go of his hand, "aaagh, my body feels stiff," his groaning sounded heartbreaking.

Solenne helped the French military soldier to do all his wishes, "can let go of my hand, sir. I'll help to improve your bed position."

The man did Solenne's suggestion, taking off his grip slowly.

Solenne rushed to push the button, to set the sitting position of the man who was still moaning in pain, "is that enough sir?"

The stiff man just nodded slowly, enduring the extreme pain.

Anelle gently rubbed her son's face, smiling with relief, staring lovingly at Pierre, "our son is safe dear."

Pierre nodded, approaching Anelle embracing the beautiful body of his wife, "thankfully, we will give word to the Herald Tribune."

Anelle nodded in agreement, slowly making room for Solenne and her son with question marks in their minds.

"Does our son know about the nun, dear?" Anelle looked at Pierre's face.

Pierre shook his head, "well, his name is young. I think they know each other, but the girl's scared when we're dealing with our son."

Anelle confirmed all that they saw, "are we going to tell her, who is our son? I'm afraid, if a mispronunciation would threaten the safety of all of us, according to our agreement with the General Herald Tribune."

Pierre took a deep breath, he tried to remember the strange incident that happened this morning at his bakery, "there was also a foreign man buying some bread and he asked a lot with Leonal, he said, but today I was so exhausted that I was lazy to make small talk with our new customers."

Anelle listened to Pierre's explanation, "was the man a military man and asked about our son?"

Pierre again thought of Leonal and the foreign military man's conversation, "they were just talking as usual. I don't really hear, because you know my condition is so exhausted."

Anelle was massaging her temple, occasionally those beautiful eyes glanced at her son and Solenne, "I became curious about Doctor Patrick's personal assistant. His skin was very different from ordinary people."

Pierre again confirmed his wife's remark, only gently rubbing Anelle's back, reluctant to discuss about her son's private sister.

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