Chapter 132.

LOGAN’S POV

“How’s that arm doing?” Gertrude asked.

“Honestly, I don’t even know. It’s just numb. I can’t feel my left arm at all,” I said as I took off my bloody coat. My coat was stained with blood from carrying Luke. Luke and Ghen passed out after fighting. Moreover, I had no choice but to carry them and flee.

“What’s wrong, Logan? You look worried.”

“Of course I am!” I yelled as I banged my fist on the table in my room.

“You’re right. You have every right to be annoyed. Forgive me for asking such stupid questions,” Gertrude.

We heard a knock on the door just when we were discussing.

“Who is it?” I asked with a puzzled look on my face because I had told everyone not to disturb me.

“A maid with a letter, your highness,” she said from behind the door.

“Come In,” I replied.

The maiden came into the room with a scroll in her hands. She placed the scroll on my desk before exiting the room. But before she left, she told me that there was another letter for me. She mentioned that the guar