Thud!
"Tell me what was that about?" Helena pushed Gwen inside the room and closed the door.
"Ouch, mother, what is wrong with you?" Gwen cried. She was about to hit her head again on the bed.
"Stop whining and tell me what you did on the balcony with prince Zivan?" Helena asked, holding her in place.
"First let me go and treat these wounds otherwise I'm not saying anything," Gwen pushed her mother away and demanded.
The force she used was too much that Helena stumbled backwards.
"Please, mother, it hurts. Ask someone to help me," Gwen said in a pitiful voice.
Hearing what she said Helena calmed down. She was fed up with Gwen's tantrums, always stirring up trouble and making things worse and worse.
Yet in the end, she was still a mother and how could she let her only child see in pain.
"Maids, is anyone out there?" At Helena's call, Gwen's personal maid walked in with a bow.
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