Elliana looked at the message on her phone, and her hands clenched.
She leaned back on the bed, closing her eyes.
It was really frustrating. As if going through everything and the fact that she won't be able to join the annual ball because of her wounds wasn't enough, she has to bear with these tantrums too.
[I have decided to deal with the humans. At the end of the day, it's the profit that counts. The royals should know how to deal with the offenders themselves.] It was Marcello's message from an unknown number.
Elliana placed her hand on her eyes, feeling annoyed.
She knew that he was doing that only because he knew she wouldn't be accepting his call request any other way.
"Is everything ready? You asked the doctor about all the precautions," Sebastian asked as he entered the room, and looked at his wife who was lying on the bed with her hand over her eyes.