"Call a private doctor," Adam Sinclair said feebly. "If we get the police and the hospital involved, this will be in the papers by tomorrow. Who knows what the media will write."
Ashley Bowen nodded, tears streaming down her face. For some reason, at that moment, she truly and completely hated the royal family.
She hated the royal family's rules, which forced everyone within it to constantly wear a mask, to always be mindful of the family's public image.
Even now, in a life-or-death situation, they still had to worry about alarming the public and causing trouble for the royal family.
This was the tragedy of the modern royal family—a symbol of the nation's highest decorum, which could not tolerate a single scandal.
Ashley Bowen dialed Owen's number, but before she could even speak, the sound of police sirens and an ambulance suddenly blared from outside.
'Someone called the police! Someone called an ambulance!'
