Bright red blood streamed down her forehead as Beauty instinctively pressed a hand to the wound, crimson droplets seeping between her fingers.
The sight stunned Mr. Williams into frozen silence.
In one swift motion, a pair of strong arms scooped her up.
Lucas's icy glare sliced toward Mr. Williams was like a blade before he barked, "Get the family doctor—now!"
His pristine white shirt was already soaked scarlet, the damp warmth bleeding through the fabric.
Lucas's almond eyes widened at the sight of her sweat-slicked forehead and the tense veins bulging at her temples, her heartbeat stuttering.
No sooner had he laid her on the bed that the family doctor and household staff swarmed in, their breaths held, faces glistening with nervous sweat despite the chill of the air conditioning.
The doctor fumbled with the antiseptic, hands trembling as he cleaned the gash on her temple before reaching for sterile gauze.
