Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 90: Breaking a hand

"What is that supposed to mean?" Grayson’s voice turned hard, and he looked at his subordinates, who were responsible for the safety of the event.

It was one thing for the princess to be attacked outside the protected area, but being attacked at a party that was supposed to be the safest was unforgivable.

"I am unsure if my words left any room for confusion, Grandpa," Cyrus said.

The man usually acted docile and tamed before his grandfather, but if he acted like this... Grayson pressed his lips.

"You aren’t one of those who make a move without preparation. What have you found?" Grayson asked.

Cyrus nodded and clapped his hands. Gregory walked into the hall with his men, who brought the coffin that contained the dead body of the waiter.

The lid of the coffin was lifted, and everyone looked at the dead body in shock.

Were their eyes deceiving them? A poison this dangerous was brought to this party?

Cassius walked before the coffin and lifted the hand of the dead body, but it felt squishy like all the flesh and muscles inside the body had melted, and the skin and bones were the only things keeping it intact.

"Unbelievable!" Grayson looked at his grandson.

Cyrus walked around the room near the coffin, and everyone followed his movements, their breath stuck in their throat.

He kept walking until he stopped behind Hannah.

The girl froze, her body nearly trembling from fear.

Cyrus raised his hand and, without mercy, held her hair in a fist.

"King Cyrus," Thames nearly lost it, but the man wasn’t afraid of him.

He threw Hannah before Grayson’s foot, widening the girl’s eyes.

She hadn’t expected they would find out about her sins. But how? She wasn’t even the one who mixed that poison in the drink. She ensured there were no cameras around.

"What did you give my wife to make her dizzy and drunk?" Cyrus asked.

Hannah took a deep breath inwardly. It was an accusation indeed, but not as severe as being blamed for giving someone poison.

"I... I am sorry. Please forgive me. I indeed offered the drink to Amelia even after knowing that she had low alcohol tolerance, and it was because I wanted her to make fun of herself. I was jealous of her recent research and wanted people to look at my work too," Hannah said.

Thames’ eyes softened at her confession. It must have been hard for his daughter. He should’ve focused on publishing more papers in her name and giving her the best.

It was all because of that filthy Amelia that his previous daughter had to suffer.

His fists clenched, and he looked at King Cyrus, ready to raise his voice since just giving Amelia a drink didn’t make her a culprit.

However, before he could open his mouth, Cyrus beat him to it.

"I have been quite tolerant of the healers recently, but did they think they could play with my image? An innocent mistake? Was it really?" Cyrus asked.

Then he walked ahead, looked straight into his grandfather’s eyes, and grabbed Hannah’s hand.

"Since you wanted to humiliate her, offering her the drink with this very hand, it would make sense if you can’t use it for some time," Cyrus said.

Hannah froze in her place.

Thames shook his head.

Grayson closed his eyes briefly with a sigh.

If his grandson had decided on the punishment, he could do nothing about it.

It was still better that he was letting the girl live.

"King Cyrus, you can’t do this. She is my–"

Cyrus didn’t wait and broke Hannah’s arms at the wrist.

"Aa!" An earth-piercing scream echoed in the hall, and Dominic flinched at her cacophonic voice.

Patrick looked at his father, his lips pressed into a thin line.

This could be his father with a worse outcome if he had drugged Amelia. He shook his head and walked away.

Cyrus looked at Hannah wailing in utter pain before staring at Thames.

"This could be you too, the only difference is that it would be your head in place of your hand, if you dare slap my wife again. She might be your daughter and a healer, but I hate that she still bears my name now, and I won’t let you disrespect it." Cyrus’s warning was clear before he turned and looked at his grandfather meaningfully.

"I hope you investigate this properly," he said, walking away with his team.

Fabian didn’t understand a thing.

He was sure his King was thinking of confronting the healers. Didn’t they find evidence that it was Hannah who drugged Amelia and the man? Why didn’t he expose her for that?

Everything was confusing to him.

Cyrus, on the other hand, had multiple questions rising in his head.

The truth was right before him, but he still didn’t know how to believe it.

Everything was messy, but what was harder to understand was his pain at the thought of anything happening to Amelia.

"Hehe, I will protect you with my life," Amelia’s words echoed in his ears, and he clenched his teeth.

If Hannah had drugged the man with the same poison as Amelia, why wouldn’t anything have happened to Amelia? How come her body countered it?

If she had an antidote before, did that mean she knew she would be poisoned? If yes, then how? And why did she take the poison in the first place?

And that soldier’s thoughts?

Just what kind of game was this girl playing?

The more time he spent around her and got to know her better, the girl didn’t look like the same girl he had run a background check on.

She was much different, much belonging to him...

At the same time, Amelia, sleeping without a care in the world due to her body’s countering, heard Hannah’s screams and was disturbed in her sleep.

She opened her eyes, her thoughts still messy, and she wobbled towards the door.

She opened the door with a giggle, ready to walk out.

Amelia smiled when she walked out, and Cyrus, who saw her from far away, looked at her meaningfully.

Rather than holding her or helping her, he followed her, moving close to her.

He saw her descend the stairs one at a time like a baby before walking out of the venue.

She walked towards the large garden that led to the forest.

The guards, ready to stop her, didn’t engage with her when they saw King Cyrus walking behind her and shaking his head at them.

They bowed and stayed in their positions.

Amelia walked straight into the forest, as if sleepwalking, raising her nose from time to time like she was following a scent, which was odd for a healer.

However, at some distance, she stopped.

Cyrus stood a couple of metres away behind a tree, watching her observantly.

He noticed how she suddenly crouched on her ankles and started crying. He felt a pang in his heart.

"Cyrus! Woohoo... why can I smell your scent but can’t find you? Are you hiding from me? Did I do something wrong? Woohoo...I messed up this life again, did I? I don’t deserve to live," Amelia started crying, and while her sentences did not make any sense, it didn’t mean they didn’t surprise him.

Did that mean all this time she was looking for him, smelling his scent?

Right. He was walking closely. She must’ve been smelling him.

With a sigh, he massaged his forehead and walked to her.

"Get up. It’s cold out here," Cyrus extended his hand to her.

Amelia stopped crying and looked up, her glistening eyes making him clench his jaws as an explicit image of her crying in pain and pleasure entered his head, and he cursed inwardly.

Amelia smiled and stood, nearly stumbling in her steps.

"Are you here for me?"

"I am," Cyrus said, picking her up bridal style.

"Do you love me?" Amelia asked.

"Mm," Cyrus hummed, not wanting to hurt her or give a definite answer.

"Am I your wife?" She asked.

"If not you, then who?" Cyrus asked, a little irritated by his body’s reaction to her alluring scent.

Why did it feel like... Cyrus paused in his thoughts.

If he had any doubt, Amelia’s following words cleared all those doubts, leaving him flabbergasted.

"In that case, shouldn’t we be making a baby already? I have never had sex before, and I know it would be painful. You are so big, and I am so small compared to you. Will it even fit? What if it doesn’t fit? Should we measure it?" Amelia blinked her eyes innocently.

Cyrus’s ears turned red at her words.

She wasn’t being particularly quiet, and all the guards they were passing could hear her pretty clearly.

"Shut your mouth, princess. I don’t want to do something we both will regret," Cyrus took her back to the room, and as soon as he placed her on the bed, she held his hand to stop him.

"I feel hot, Cyrus. Please," Amelia said.

Cyrus looked at her body, which was turning red from the reaction of that drug, probably, and shook his head.

"Don’t regret it later," He said before turning her around quickly and unzipping her dress.