Conquering His Cold Heart
Chapter 482 - 482: Hunger Pangs

Isaac gave a sorry look to Anastasia when she mentioned that she wanted to visit Doctor Carl's place. "But Doctor Carl is no more," he spoke softly as if his words would hurt the Queen.

Anastasia nodded her head and said in a sad tone, "I heard." Caspian had mentioned Doctor Carl's death to her. "I would like to say hello to his family if they are home," she added.

Isaac thought for a moment before agreeing, "If you wish so…"

He then began to lead the Queen to the clinic.

Before they could reach the clinic, John found them. And Isaac immediately tasked John again, "John, why don't you go and call the carriage here? We will return shortly."

Isaac extended the bag that he was carrying and said, "Take this too."

Anastasia immediately gave an instruction to John, "Be extra careful with it. It can break."

After John left for the entrance of the town again, Isaac and Anastasia continued heading toward Carl's clinic.

Anastasia was expecting the clinic to be closed. But when she saw the open sign, she was curious to know who was running the clinic now. 'Did Carl's family sell the clinic? Or did they sell the house too?'

She was quick to push the door of the clinic open.

Anastasia was welcomed by the warm gaze of a young man who was currently applying a bandage on a patient.

"Please wait a moment." His voice was equally warm.

Anastasia found a chair for herself. Since her legs were aching by now, she immediately sat down and began to softly massage her knees.

While the young doctor was busy attending to the patient, Isaac creaked the door open and made sure that there was no one suspicious inside. After making sure that the Queen would be safe, he closed the door again and stood guard outside.

Soon, the patient left the clinic and the young doctor was finally able to pay attention to Anastasia.

"How may I help you? Can you explain the symptoms of your ailment?" he asked, his attention on the woman who looked like she didn't belong to the town.

Anastasia looked at the doctor and then explained why she came there, "I actually came to meet Doctor Carl's family. He used to treat me. And I heard that he had passed away."

"Oh!" The doctor gulped and replied cautiously, "I am his son."

"Ah!" Anastasia gave a small smile and said, "So, you're also a doctor huh."

The man shrugged. "I am trying to follow in my father's footsteps. I am not as good as him though."

While the two of them were having a conversation with each other, Isaac suddenly felt something strange. He felt as if someone was watching him.

He furrowed his brows and looked around with his hawk-like eyes. He even looked inside the open windows of the surrounding buildings. However, he didn't find anyone who looked like they were up to something.

Brushing that feeling off, he focused his sight on the road and hoped that the carriage would arrive soon.

'His Majesty will be mad at us if we don't reach the castle before it's too dark.'

He subconsciously began to tap his foot on the ground when all of a sudden, he felt this excruciating pang of hunger in his stomach.

"Mmm…" he gritted his jaw and grunted in pain.

'I should have carried the stash of blood with me,' he thought to himself.

He drew in a couple of deep breaths. He dug his nails into his palms so hard that he was able to wound himself with his blunt nails. He was trying to divert his attention from the pangs in his stomach to the pain in his palms.

Right now, Isaac was more focused on suppressing his hunger. However, for some reason, whatever he did, it wasn't working.

In no time, cold sweats were racing down his spine. Sweat beads were forming along his hairline as well. With every second that passed by, the hunger became so unbearable for him that he was mentally fighting to hold onto his sane side.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' he wondered through his hunger pangs because it was not like him to lose control like this.

He had gone to missions with a hungry stomach for days. And he couldn't comprehend why this was happening to him when he had a big dinner last night. Though he had missed the breakfast before leaving the castle in a hurry, this shouldn't have happened.

He clenched his jaw and looked down the road for any signs of the carriage or his coworker. But he didn't see both.

'John, where the hell are you?' he screamed in his head, barely grasping onto his sanity by now.

If John was there, at least he could borrow the stash of blood from him and satiate his hunger for the time being. Going feral while he was in a town full of humans was the last thing that Isaac wanted.

*Plop*

All of a sudden, Isaac's heart pumped loudly when he heard a distinct sound somewhere nearby. It sounded like a drop of blood falling on a glass that was already full of blood.

At first, he slapped himself across his cheeks so loudly that it resounded throughout the road and he got a couple of wary glances at him. He was trying to wake himself up from the hunger trance.

'Am I that hungry that I am hearing things now?' he screamed inwardly, reprimanding himself for his shameful condition.

However, he heard those sounds again and again and again until he could no longer focus his ears on anything else but that.

Isaac gulped dryly and murmured, "I need to drink…"

"Then follow me…"

A soft whisper danced like melodies in Isaac's ears. His eyes instantly glistened with anticipation of satisfying his hunger. The invitation was so tempting that he couldn't stop himself anymore.

He slowly turned his hungry gaze to his right.

A little far down the road, he noticed a hooded figure walking away while whistling a tune. It appeared as if that man was swirling something in his hand.

A waft of the sweetest smell whooshed past Isaac's sharp nose. The smell was very distinct and extremely irresistible, so much so that Isaac almost moaned.

Before he knew it, Isaac left his post and began to follow the tune that seemed to be getting further and further away from him.