Abudula was pushed into the villa, surrounded by about thirteen or fourteen bodyguards, each one muscular and all wearing uniform black sunglasses, forming a team that, on the surface, looked highly professional.
"Maurice, where is Angel?" Abudula's face was dark, but also deathly pale, expressing his deep pain and discomfort.
"Your Highness, in what follows, you will witness a miracle, so please, come with me," Maurice bowed to Abudula and then led the way. He was well aware that Abudula was now out of his mind, and anyone who crossed him would likely be killed.
Once the group reached the medical room, Maurice turned around and said, "Your Highness, during Mr. Angel's treatment, no outsiders are allowed to watch, so I will push you in myself."
"That's not possible." The old butler immediately stopped Maurice, saying, "The safety of His Highness comes first."
A twitch crossed Maurice's mouth; Abudula was dying— who would assassinate a dying man?