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    For weeks, the hospital staff had endured Elora’s tantrums and demanding behavior. Now, their patience had worn thin.


    A nurse approached swiftly, syringe in hand, its needle gleaming under the harsh hospital lights. The syringe contained a tranquilizer, ready to subdue Elora forcibly if necessary.


    Fear widened Elora’s eyes as the needle neared. Her resistance grew frantic. “What are you doing?! I’m a princess! You can’t do this to me!” she screamed wildly. The doctor smirked. “Keep dreaming. You can be a princess in your fantasies.”


    Elora fought back, but she was no match for the doctor’s firm hold. The needle inched closer to her skin, poised to inject.


    Just as the needle was about to pierce her skin, the door burst open with a loud crash.


    The doctor was sent flying against the wall by a powerful kick, copsing in pain.


    Austen stormed into the room, his eyes aze with anger. He moved quickly to Elora, enveloping her in his arms protectively.


    “My princess… forgive me. I’m sorry I waste.” But Elora, still in a state of hysteria, screamed and thrashed in his embrace. The doctor’s earlier actions had pushed her beyond her limits. “Let me go! Let me go! I’ll kill you all!”


    Austen’s face softened with sorrow as he tightened his hold, trying tofort her. “Princess, don’t you remember who I am? You said you wanted me always by your side.”


    He hoped his words would calm her, but the tighter he held her, the more she fought against him. “Let me go…” she gasped, her strength fading. Eventually, her energy depleted, and she went limp in his arms, unconscious.


    A look of panic crossed Austen’s face as he gently checked her breathing by touching her nose. Thankfully, she was still breathing. She had merely fainted from the overwhelming stress.


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    With great care, as though she were incredibly delicate, Austen lifted Elora andid her gently on the bed. His movements were tender, as if handling something invaluable and exceedingly fragile, like a bubble that could pop at any moment.


    Observing her now, so fragile and exposed, a profound fear gripped Austen—the fear of losing her. Having already lost his father, the thought of losing Elora was unbearable.


    Meanwhile, the doctor, still reeling from the kick, struggled to his feet, clutching his chest in pain. His expression mixed agony with simmering anger.


    The nurses paused, uncertain whether to assist the doctor or keep their distance. Austen’s formidable presence deterred them from getting closer.


    The doctor, clutching his chest, shot Austen a look full of venom. “Who the hell are you? Do you think you can just storm in here? Get security now!” he snarled.


    A nurse quivered as she hurried off to summon the guards.


    Austen, maintaining a chilling demeanor, stooped to retrieve the syringe from the floor. He had witnessed it all—the doctor was about to administer something to Elora. Had he been a momentter…


    The thought of what could have happened was unbearable.


    Austen inspected the needle’s sharp point before his gaze returned to the trembling doctor.


    The doctor gulped, sensing the impending threat. “You… what are you nning to do?” he stammered.


    Austen advanced towards him with measured, haunting steps. With each movement, the doctor felt as if doom was drawing closer.


    A menacing grin spread across Austen’s face as he fiddled with the syringe. “I’m merely giving you a taste of what you nearly did to her,” Austen said coldly.


    Before the doctor could react, Austen swiftly thrust the needle into his neck. The doctor’s eyes bulged in terror. “You…”


    Austen’s expression remained nk as he pressed the syringe, releasing the fluid into the doctor’s system. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered.


    A look of disbelief crossed the doctor’s face for a brief moment before he slumped. He tried to resist, but it was futile. He slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor, unconscious.


    Austen discarded the syringe and his face softened as he turned back to Elora. He vowed never to let his princess endure such an ordeal again.


    Gently, Austen scooped her up in his arms once more and exited the room.


    As he strode down the corridor, a squad of security guards, wielding batons, hurried towards them. “Drop the hostage!” one shouted. “Or we’ll take you down!”


    A flicker of mocking amusement passed through Austen’s eyes. He tightened his grip on Elora and continued walking, ignoring theirmand.


    The guards hesitated briefly before rushing at him, batons raised. But they were no match for him.


    Even with Elora in his arms, Austen moved with swift precision. His kicks were powerful, toppling each guard before they could react. For Austen, handling two adversaries while cradling someone felt effortless—like swatting flies.


    After subduing the guards, Austen continued out of the hospital, Elora still in his arms. His thoughts raced as he considered where to take her. But where could he go?


    Then, suddenly, an idea struck him.


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