Amelia sat on the hospital bed, getting her throat checked by the doctor, who pursed his lips.
"You are lucky. With this kind of pressure, I wonder if that man wanted to break your neck," The doctor said, his brows furrowed in contained anger since he was an intern and didn't know who she was or that she had been admitted earlier too, and the royals had come to attend to her themselves.
Amelia didn't say anything.
Ryan stood outside the examination room and heard his words.
He looked at the girl, who had a hard expression. Despite the pain in her throat, she didn't shed a single tear, which made him curious about what she was thinking.
The doctor gave her a couple of medicines, which Amelia took without saying a word.
She wasn't going to eat them. She knew what kind of herbs and pills to take to heal faster, but she didn't need to tell that to the doctor.
She was about to stand from her place when around eight men dressed in black entered the hospital.
