Chapter 412

He pushed the doctor aside and quickly wrapped his arm around Camila Harrington's waist. Pressing his fingers gently under her nose, he checked her breathing. Only after confirming it was steady and realizing she had merely passed out from exhaustion did the tight line of his mouth relax. “Sir, your wound—” A doctor glanced at his chest, where fresh blood was already seeping through the bandages, staining them red. Concern was evident in his voice. But before the man could finish, Prescott Ellington cut him off coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’m fine. Get the stretcher. Now.” “Yes, sir!” Two of his subordinates immediately turned to carry out his order. Prescott’s dark eyes scanned the unconscious savages sprawled around the scene. His gaze was sharp, chilling, and filled with raw fury. “Tie them up and haul them back. Whatever it takes, I want to know who’s behind this.” If he hadn’t arrived in time, Camila’s life would’ve already been destroyed—her body unrecognizabl