Chapter 1036
Bianca spun around, desperate to run.
But before she could even take a step, the emotionless bodyguards grabbed her by the arms, hauling her up like a helpless kitten and violently shoving her into the car.
“Let go… let go of me! I’m the heiress of the Doyle family! If you touch me, I’ll—et go p>
Bianca thrashed wildly, but it was completely useless.
Deep down, she knew the truth.
These bodyguards had definitely been sent by her father specifically to drag her back.
Given what happened at the tournament, they were never going to let her off the hook.
Bianca huddled in the backseat, shivering violently the entire ride.
Her mind replayed a thousand different horrific scenarios of what awaited her.
She was practically scaring herself to death.
But out of all the nightmares she imagined.
She never could have predicted what actually happened.
The car didn’t head to the Doyle family estate.
It drove straight to Doyle Memorial Medical Center.
When Bianca was dragged out of the car, she froze in confusion.
A hospital?
Why would her father bring her here to see him?
She desperately wanted to ask the bodyguards.
But the two men remained stone-faced and ruthless, shoving her straight through the hospital doors.
They went all the way up to the top floor, to the VIP ward.
Before they even opened the door.
She heard the sound of shattering glass and the faint, muffled sound of a woman crying from inside.
Bianca violently flinched.
The bodyguard knocked, then pushed the door open.
And shoved Bianca right inside. “Go in, Miss p>
Bianca stumbled, practically falling into the room.
Before she could even process the scene, a glass cup flew through the air and smashed violently against her head.
Bianca cried out in pain.
The first thing she saw was Isabella Lancaster, collapsed on the floor beside the hospital bed.
She was a total mess, holding a water cup and trembling uncontrollably.
A bright red handprint marked her
met
face and nearly every inch of her exposed skm was
and
bruises
dark purple pinch mark
Bianca’s stomach dropped.
She immediately snapped her gaze to the hospital bed.
There was someone lying there.
Wrapped entirely in bandages.
Looking like a mummified corpse.
The only visible part of his face was a sickly, ashen gray. His right arm was in a cast, suspended in the air, and both of his legs were elevated. He lay there in a grotesquely twisted posture
But the eyes glaring out from the bandages were filled with sheer, venomous madness.
That once-refined face was now terrifyingly distorted.
Bianca almost screamed.
But the moment the sound hit her throat.
She forcefully clamped her hands over her mouth.
Sebastian? Sebastian Doyle?
What on earth happened to her brother p>
Bianca was completely paralyzed with shock.
Meanwhile, Isabella cautiously, trembling with terror, tried to offer Sebastian a sip of water.
But suddenly.
Sebastian swung his only functioning limb-his left arm and slapped her brutally across the face.
With a sharp crack.
Isabella was thrown to the side, the cup slipping from her hands and shattering on the floor.
Glass shards scattered everywhere.
She didn’t dare make a sound, simply lowering her head to pick up the broken pieces with her bare hands.
Nearby, the doctor was quietly reporting to Arthur Doyle. “The Young Master’s knees are completely shattered, and the
tendons in his right wrist… have. been severed. Right now, the only functioning part of his body is his left hand, but I’m afraid he p>
The doctor didn’t finish his sentence.
But he didn’t need to. Everyone in the room understood.
Sebastian Doyle was ruined.
He would never walk again. His life was over.
With only his left hand working.
What could he possibly do?
Hearing the doctor’s words, a deafening ring echoed in Bianca’s ears. She was
paralyzed with terror.
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor.