Chapter 166

"What are you all standing around for? Move!" Prescott barked, face stormy as he glared at the people blocking the hallway. In his arms, Camila weakly tugged at his shirt. "Prescott, don't... don't be like this..." She was exhausted, like she'd been hit by a truck-every inch of her body throbbed with pain and had no strength left. Prescott had never seen her like this-so weak, so pale. His heart clenched tightly, panic almost driving him to the edge. Camila had just coughed up blood and nobody knew what was going on. And this crowd still wouldn't move aside? He was furious enough to lose it. One look at his icy face full of rage and everyone quickly stepped aside. Without a word, Prescott carried her through the open passageway, his pace quick and urgent. Prince Andrés happened to be heading their way. His expression changed the moment he saw Camila bleeding and unconscious in Prescott's arms. He rushed over. "Prescott, what happened to Miss Harrington?" "Andrés, I don't have time to e