Eva Nightingale furrowed her brows in confusion; unable to sleep, she got up and looked down from the second floor, only to see the pitch-black car body. Judging by the feeling... is this Lucas Knight's car?
She casually put on a coat and went downstairs, and sure enough, the person she saw was Harry North.
"Good evening, Miss."
"Good..." Is it good? She paused, "Harry, what's going on?"
"Miss, here's the situation. Our Crown Prince is injured and hospitalized, refusing care, won't eat dinner... no one can get close to him. How about you go see him!!" Harry said.
Upon hearing this, Eva's eyes were filled with uncontrollable tension, even her voice trembled a bit: "Harry, how did he get hurt..."
In the middle of the night, suddenly being told such news, it was like her heart jumped to her throat!!
