Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 512

Chapter 512: The unexpected helper

"Oh my god..." she whispered, on the verge of tears as she stared at the wounds covering him.

Belle couldn’t believe how anyone could behave normally and work around the house with such wounds on their back. She couldn’t help but scold herself for actually not paying any attention to him this whole time. How could anyone be fine with this much injury?!

There were five holes on his back, the skin around them swollen and inflamed, with the holes oozing dark liquid because they had pulled off his shirt, which had been stuck to them. Apart from those, his back held scars from old wounds that had already seemed to heal.

Belle’s palm covered her mouth. How did he get this hurt? And since when had he been carrying such wounds? she thought to herself, her eyes going to his pale face, which was pressed sideways against the rug, facing her. And to think he had been cooking for her and cleaning the rooms? She felt a tug of guilt pull at her heartstring, and then she snapped out of it, knowing she needed to do something to help him.

Only Belle dreadfully realized she had no idea what to do. How would she treat the wound and make him regain consciousness?!

"Mama, will Papa be fine?" came Angel’s small voice as he stared at the horrible wounds on his father’s back and the infected blood oozing out of them. He had sensed the wound even before he saw it in the castle, when his father came to take them, but then his papa had waved it away, saying it was nothing. Angel had believed it was indeed nothing, but now he realized it was something, something serious, for his papa looked so sick.

Belle, sickened and confused, didn’t know whether he would be fine or not, and managed to say, "He...he will be fine. I have to make sure of it." She began to get up to her feet to go and find rags and water to clean the wounds, when suddenly someone walked into the house, a rush of wind following him as he opened the door and closed it behind him. The sound and the gust made her stop in her tracks and look toward the person.

Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of the carbon copy of her husband standing in the doorway, looking at her with a faint smile.

Though Belle hadn’t been able to see the face of her husband’s father when she had first woken up to find him in the shadows, she knew without being told that this was him. The lamplight in the room reflected across his face just enough for her to see it clearly.

"Good evening, Isabelle," Ereves greeted with a brief wave of his hand, and a jerk of his head toward the unconscious Rohan as he continued, "I can see you are in need of help to remove those bullets. That boy is too stubborn for his own good. He ignores me when I show concern for those darn things stuck inside his back."

Belle, hearing what was in Rohan’s back, gasped. Bullets, she knew what they were, even though she didn’t remember how she knew. He was shot. She felt her insides twist with dread. And without even questioning where the man had come from or how he knew she needed help, she said, "Can you please help him? I don’t want anything happening to him. Those things in his back look...to have been there for a while now."

Even though Rohan had felt like a stranger earlier to her, seeing him in this state made her worried, it made her realize that she did care about him far more than she thought she did. If he had been a terrible husband, her heart shouldn’t feel this way. Her insides shouldn’t feel like they were suffocating.

"Sure, that’s why I am here," Ereves said as he made his way further into the house. He came to stand next to where Rohan lay unconscious on the floor, with Angel sitting there, his head tilted back as he stared up at the man he had once mistaken for his papa because of how strikingly alike they looked, but now he knew better.

"Hello, grandson," Ereves greeted Angel, reaching out to pat his head, but Angel swatted his hand away, glaring at him before moving to the other side, still holding his father’s hand.

"Angel, where are your manners? Be nice to your grandfather," Belle said, scolding her son for swatting away the offered hand. She did not remember all the trouble Ereves had caused in their lives, so to her, Angel’s behavior seemed rude rather than justified.

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