Chapter 89

★1PM✓✓FOREST★

Meanwhile hellcat stood at a distance, her heart heavy as she watched as Alessandro fought with the guards with fierce determination.

Tears glistened in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she took in the chaos unfolding before her.

For a moment, her sorrow turned to pride when she saw him overpowering the guards one by one, his strength and resolve shining through.

A faint smile tugged at her lips, but it was short-lived.

Her breath hitched as Alessandro suddenly collapsed to the ground, his strength drained.

Shock and fear gripped her, and without hesitation, she abandoned her hiding place.

She ran to him, her tears now flowing freely as she knelt beside his fallen form.

Gently, she cradled him in her arms, her trembling fingers brushing the sweat from his brow.

“Stay with me, Alessandro,” she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion.

Mustering every ounce of strength, she lifted him and hurried back to her humble hut, her only thought being to save him.

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★ANGELICA SUITE★

The room fell into silence, the weight of Sara words settling over them like a storm cloud.

Sara stood with Angelica and Cristiano, her face pale as she recounted the events.

“Alessandro has already been dumped in the forest,” she said, her voice trembling.

Angelica furrowed her brows.

“Which forest?” she asked cautiously, a sense of foreboding creeping into her tone.

“The same one…” Sara hesitated, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“The same one where Stephanie was dumped.”

Angelica and Cristiano exchanged shocked glances, the realization hitting them like a thunderbolt.

Cristiano clenched his fists.

“We need to go there and check on Alessandro,” he said firmly, his voice laced with urgency.

Before they could act, Angelica turned to Sara with a piercing gaze.

“Where is Steph now?”

Sara’s eyes welled with tears.

“She’s in the German Empire,” she said, her voice cracking.

“In the hands of Kalus… with Chiara. Please, Angelica,” she pleaded, clasping her hands.

“You have to do something. You can’t let my child remain in the hands of that monster.”

Angelica let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders sagging under the weight of the situation.

“We’ll figure something out,” she said, her voice resolute despite the turmoil in her heart.

“But first, we need to find Alessandro.”

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★2PM✓✓✓

Hellcat hurried through the dense forest, her breathing labored but her determination unwavering.

Alessandro’s limp body weighed heavily against her, but she refused to stop.

The sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of trees, casting faint, silvery beams onto the ground.

Her mind raced with worry as she finally reached her small, secluded hut.

She pushed the door open with her shoulder, laying Alessandro gently on the wooden cot in the corner of the room.

Her hands trembled as she lit a small lamp, the warm glow illuminating the space.

Blood stained his shirt, and she winced at the sight of the deep gash on his side.

Without wasting a moment, Hellcat rummaged through a collection of dried herbs and roots stored in a small woven basket.

Her mother had taught her how to treat wounds with local remedies, and now those lessons seemed more valuable than ever.

She quickly prepared a poultice, crushing the herbs into a paste and applying it carefully to the wound.

Alessandro groaned faintly, his face contorted in pain, but he didn’t wake.

“Hold on, Alessandro,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

“You can’t leave me now.”