Chapter 247

Prescott Ellington was livid, fury twisting in his chest like a knife. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, boiling over with killing intent. "Prescott, seriously, breathe. If you keep this up, something terrible might—" Before Theron could finish his sentence, Prescott suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. That scared the hell out of both Willa and Theron. Their faces went pale as they rushed to steady him. "I'm fine," Prescott growled, shoving their hands away with a manic glint in his eyes. His tone was ice-cold, his fury crackling beneath his skin. "Get Paul Hartwell back now. I need to speak with him." "But—" Prescott shot Willa a chilling glare, slicing through whatever words she had left. She shut up instantly. "Go!" His voice lashed out like a whip, his pale face contorted in a twisted mix of rage and pain. Terrified he’d get worse, Willa didn't dare hesitate. "Yes, sir. Right away." … In a cramped little room in Lurellia, Emma Fletcher was gently wiping Camila Harrington down