The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 703

Leonard's POV:

It had been a long time since I felt so weak and powerless. My body seemed to be giving up. Even my heart couldn't seem to beat properly.

Sensing that my breathing was slowing down, I woke up from my coma with a start.

I gasped for air as my oxygen-deprived brain was still in a daze.

I tried to blink, but it felt as though my eyes were covered with a layer of white paste and mist.

When I finally came to my senses and my heartbeat returned to normal, I found myself lying in a bedroom.

As I looked at my surroundings in confusion, a figure approached me.

It took me a while to recognize that it was Alina. Then I remembered that I had fainted not long after Edwin left.

My brain was working again and I gradually remembered everything. I didn't know how long it had been since I passed out, but I immediately felt anxious. I didn't know how Sylvia was now. When Alina reached out to pull the quilt up around me, I grabbed her hand and asked, "How long has it been since Edwin left? Is he back? What about Sylvia?"

Alina paused for a moment, but she seemed unfazed. She smiled faintly and said, "Dad, you've been out for only an hour. As for the people who went out to rescue Sylvia, they haven't come back yet."

I let out a long sigh and felt very uneasy. It had been an hour and we still got nothing. I didn't know if something had happened to Edwin and the others.

"Dad, relax. Prince Rufus is there. He won't let anything happen to Sylvia." Alina patted my shoulder to comfort me.

"You're right." I sighed and took solace in knowing that Rufus was strong enough to bring Sylvia back safely.

Despite this, I still felt guilty. For the wedding, I had dispatched more than half of the pack's soldiers to guard the manor. Despite the tight security, the enemy was still able to break in.

"Even so, I should be able to taste the other flavors of the soup, but I can't taste anything at all." I uneasily asked Alina to call the doctor in.

Alina fell silent for a moment. After a while, she smiled and said, "The doctor said it was nothing serious."

"Call the doctor," I said again. "Let me ask him myself." I didn't believe that there was nothing wrong with me. I knew my own body and I clearly felt that there was something wrong with it. No matter how seriously ill I was in the past, I had never lost my sense of taste.

But Alina ignored me. "Dad, you should drink more soup so that you can take your medicine." "Call the doctor! Alina, why aren't you listening to me?" I roared impatiently.

Alina didn't respond. Instead, she took the bowl from me and ladled more soup into it. "The doctor said that you should drink more soup to strengthen your body."

I was so angry that I slapped the bowl of chicken soup out of her hand. "I said, call the doctor! Alina, what are you so afraid of? Why won't you let me see the doctor?"