The taste of burnt blood filled my mouth and the pain was so intense I nearly lost consciousness.
“That’s what you get for talking shit!”
“Daddy! Don’t hit my daddy...”
Just as I felt myself slipping into darkness, my son’s cries yanked me back to reality.
I struggled to get up and protect him, but dizziness slammed into me like a hammer.
The assistant raised his metal hip flask, bringing it down hard on my skull. A stream of warm blood poured down my face.
At that moment, his phone rang. As he answered, I heard Amara’s voice crackle through.
“Julian, how’s it going?”
Enduring the burning pain in my mouth, I gritted my teeth and roared her name.
“Amara—”
I barely managed to let out a syllable before a savage kick landed squarely on my mouth, sending me crashing to the floor, unable to say another word.
The assistant quickly reported to Amara, “Rest assured, Miss Lancaster. Everyone in the hospital is already lining up for testing. I believe the young master is blessed and will find a match very soon!”
The call ended, leaving only despair in my eyes.
Without a word, he coldly ordered the two bodyguards to drag me away.
Meanwhile, my son was hauled into the testing room.