A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 324: SISTER-IN-LAW!!

Chapter 324: SISTER-IN-LAW!!

Avelina’s eyes flickered frantically, and with haste, she hurried down to the ring, wanting to get to him as soon as possible. However, amidst her panic and frantic running, she stumbled on her feet and fell near the ring, accidentally dislocating her ankle.

A shriek of pain escaped from her, and she turned her head, looking at Draven, whose eyes were slowly closing as though he were about to breathe his last.

"Draven! Draven!" Overlooking the pain, she crawled into the ring and pulled herself toward Draven’s still body.

She propped herself up into a sitting position and touched his face, trying to see if he was still breathing. "D-Draven," her voice broke as she called him. "Please wake up. Please..."

"Don’t leave me. Please..." She wrapped her arms around him and gently began to caress his hair, no longer knowing what to do. There was no one in the hall to help her, and no one was willing to.

It was just her and him alone. How does she call for help? How was she going to get him out of there? She can’t even move herself due to her dislocated ankle.

The urge to scream overwhelmed her and she ended up doing so, unable to contain the pain that was prickling at her heart.

"I’m useless! So useless!" she cried, her hot tears falling onto Draven’s face. "I can’t...I can’t even help you. I can’t even do anything for you."

Knowing she was unable to move and that the bitter reality was that she would have to sit there and watch him bleed to death was the worst sort of pain she had ever felt in her entire life. The ability to want to do something but be incapable—she’d never felt such aching pain before.

"Avelina..." Although Draven’s voice was soft and barely audible, Avelina did not fail to catch onto it.

She quickly cupped his cheeks with her palm and laid her face on his forehead. "I’m sorry...Draven. I’m so sorry that I can’t do anything. I’m so useless..." she paused, the moment she felt him grab onto her hand.

He was not saying a word but was rather holding her hand.

"Draven?" Avelina looked scared at that moment. He wasn’t...moving. He couldn’t possibly be dying yet, right? She needed him to wait, to hold on a bit longer for her. She would figure something out—she would find a way to save him.

There was always a solution to everything—that she believed.

She quickly grabbed hold of her dress and tore off the heavy piece from it. With it, she began to bandage Draven’s wounds, wanting to halt the bleeding even if it was just a tiny bit.

Draven breathed softly. "I’m not...going to die yet." He touched her cheek with his bloody hands and with these last few sentences, he fell completely unconscious, his breathing becoming incredibly slow.

Avelina immediately looked at his face, having felt that something was wrong. "Draven...?" She looked at him with worry in her gaze, and her heart dropped in the next second when she got no response from him.

She quickly placed her finger on his nose, and relief washed over her at the realization that he was still alive but unconscious. However, she did notice that his breathing had slowed down.

If she didn’t get him help anytime soon, he was sure to die. This man had poison spreading through his body and he was bleeding profusely too.

"SOMEBODY!!!" Avelina screamed at the top of her lungs. "SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP ME!!!"

This was all she could do. In all her life, she never realized that she was this weak, and it had to be made clear to her in such a brutal way.

She dropped her head on Draven’s chest, feeling completely helpless. "Somebody, please, please help me..."

"SISTER IN-LAW!" From the high platform, Valentine’s voice sounded.

Avelina quickly lifted her head and looked at him. "V-Valentine!"

"Valentine!!" What seemed like new, sudden hope flashed in her eyes. Behind Valentine were Santino and two other bulky royal guards.

Valentine must have left to get help. It was probably why she didn’t see him in the hall anymore.

"Young master!" Without hesitation, Santino hurried to the ring with the royal guards. Valentine followed suit.

"Get him to the car immediately! I will call Mr. Jean," Santino ordered while pulling his cell out of his pocket.

The two royal guards nodded and carefully lifted Draven’s body from the floor. They wrapped his arms around their shoulders and hauled him out of the hall.

Avelina, who was watching, clutched onto her chest. "Please be careful. He’s really hurt."

Santino turned around and looked at her. "My lady." His expression was gentle, as though a father doting on his daughter. He squatted down to her level. "Do you feel alright? Are you perhaps hurt?"

Avelina stared at him, having never expected to be spoken to in such a soft manner. Not even her own father had ever spoken to her like that. She nodded her head, slightly smiling.

"What happened to your ankle?" Valentine asked, immediately squatting down to grab her leg.

Avelina responded, "I fell."

"Can you walk?" Valentine inquired.

"No." Avelina shook her head.

"Your hand..." Valentine reached out his hand. "Give it to me."

Avelina was perplexed, but she did reach to grab his hand. And the moment she did, Valentine pulled her up, gathering her in his arms. He looked at Santino, saying, "Let’s go."

They left the hall to return to the royal mansion. It was a short, yet painful, ride back.

Avelina sat on the sofa with a plaster wrapped around her neck. She was still feeling quite a bit of pain due to Old Master Lenort almost strangling her to death. Her ankle, on the other hand, was already treated by Mr. Jean’s assistant and carefully left in a cast.

She was bound to recover in no time, as Mr. Jean had seen to it that she was given a healing elixir. Now he was at the bed, tending to Draven, who was still unconscious and bleeding quite a bit.

Valentine, who stood by the side watching, frowned deeply, his feet tapping impatiently on the floor. He looked deeply nervous, but for what reason? No one could tell.