Charmine’s pain lasted for a long while before she eventually passed out in Anthony’s arms. Anthony held her close to him; he had never seen her so pale and weak. Large hands clenched into fists, he swung one to the wall, witnessed by Nial as he opened the door. “What happened to Charmine?” he asked, perplexed. “Take care of her, I need to go out,” came Anthony’s order as he carried Charmine downstairs and placed her in bed. Nial quickly stopped him. “Bro, what are you going to do? Your wounds aren’t even cleaned yet, and our grandparents have seen the news of Charmine getting married to Guy. They’re on their way.” “Ask them to leave. Don’t let them disturb her!” he spoke, words cold like frostbites, and he then marched out with a baleful aura. After leaving, he went inside his car and drove away. Despite the wounds on his figure and his shirt torn out, his elegance and authority remained intact, though laced with viciousness.As the car sped away, Anthony made a phone
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