Chapter 1113 He Truly Hated Himself
The adjutant was stunned by Jerome’s gaze, and the gloating look on the former’s face vanished instantly.
“I’m going to ask you one more time. Did Zophie say anything wrong?” Jerome questioned in a deep voice, his face grim. The adjutant hesitated momentarily, at a loss for words.
“Is that not the case? We let a woman handle a dangerous situation alone, while we, as soldiers, hid in the corner and watched her get tortured by the other party. Only when the threats were almost eliminated did we show up to take all spoils and credit that don’t belong to us.” Jerome clenched his fists, causing the veins on his arms to pop out.
The adjutant had never thought that was a problem. Now that he was questioned by Jerome, he did not know what to say. Jerome slammed his fist heavily on the container, making a loud bang.
What a coward! This is terrible! Jerome despised himself to the core. He understood Bastien’s plan to kill two birds with one stone.
From the perspective of the royal family and troops of Loang, Bastien’s command ensured a shameless yet beautiful win. But so what? My purpose for joining the army’s training and following my father’s footsteps is to become stronger so that I can protect Natalie. But now, I’m restrained by military orders and I can do nothing but watch when Natalie’s in danger. Jerome’s actions left the adjutant in a daze. “Major General Sutton, you—”
“Where’s Natalie?” Jerome retracted his fist and cast the adjutant an icy glare. “Did you send her home as I told you to?” The adjutant was hesitant to speak.
Jerome bellowed, “Why aren’t you answering? Speak! Did you send Natalie home safely? Did you complete the task I gave you?”
Under the pressure of Jerome’s questions, the adjutant had no choice but to say, “I did. I followed your orders and instructed someone to send Ms. Nichols home, but when they were halfway there—”
Jerome lost his patience and snapped, “What happened halfway? I’m going to dismiss you and make you watch over the mines at the borders if you keep stuttering like that.”
The threat was so effective that the adjutant hurriedly admitted, “Halfway there, Prince Jonathan showed up and told me to capture Zophie with you. Meanwhile, he would send Ms. Nichols to the hospital to receive her treatment. P-Prince Jonathan was the one who gave the order, so I didn’t dare to disobey him. And judging from the way he looked at Ms. Nichols, he didn’t look like he’d harm her, so I left.”
Jerome balled his fists as an icy glint appeared in his eyes. Bastien! Looks like his desire for Natalie isn’t gone after what happened at the birthday party. No way! I must get Natalie back.
“Major General Sutton, where are you—” asked the adjutant as he watched Jerome march toward the military off-road vehicle. “Find out which hospital Prince Jonathan took Natalie to.”
“Huh?” The adjutant’s jaw dropped with disbelief written all over his face. Jerome barked, “Do you not understand such simple orders? I’m giving you fifteen minutes to find this out. Otherwise, I’m sending you to the borders.”
The adjutant was rendered speechless. Jerome got into the driver’s seat and slammed on the gas pedal, speeding toward the dock.
Meanwhile, Bastien carried Natalie in his arms and walked along the corridors of the royal hospital as if no one was watching.
Not daring to take the matter lightly, the hospital staff followed behind Bastien closely, with countless questions crossing their minds.
Who on earth is this woman? Why is she covered in Prince Jonathan’s clothes and carried by him in his arms?
