บท 1753: Reality Kicks In!

In the damp confines of the small room within the palace walls, a burly man with an awful scar underneath his left eye was now on his knees, tied up and in a bad state. 

His body was badly bruised and covered with blood that mostly wasn't his. 

Yet, he looked defeated, haggard and his hair damp from sweat and snow.

The man had always remained stubborn, but when he saw his granddaughter walk in, his body trembled and softened like jelly. 

"Ezenia! Are you okay? Are you fine? You bastards! Is this how you treat my grandaughter?!!" 

Worry gripping his throat, the man wished he could free himself now and gently rub his hands against his beloved granddaughter's cheeks to assure her that everything would be alright. 

Regret bubbled in his belly, wishing he could go back in time and stop his actions as well as hers. 

They had been fooled by Henry's kindness, underestimating his resourcefulness to save himself.