Chapter Four Hundred And Seventy-seven: Where Are We Going?

The third point of view:

The scream of a panicking teenager startled the men standing guard at the corridor's entrance. They could have stayed right outside the room but it was far easier to sight anymore with a bad intention here. Quickly, they turned around and spotted that girl called Isabella, the one who would be their young master's wife in the future. 

"What is it?" One of them managed to ask. 

"Something is wrong with Julie, you have to come with me!" She cried out. 

The men didn't need to be told twice and hurried into the private ward without noticing the way Isabella had slowly fallen. If anything happens to the young master, his grandfather would have their head served on a platter of gold - they were as good as gone. 

Breathless as they rushed into the room, the men went over to the bed and pulled down the cover that Julie must have used to cover his face. Why, though? They didn't have time to think about it.