CHAPTER CCXLVI: BLAME

Angela’s POV

“She’s the Prince’s girlfriend, let her in.”

Someone suddenly spoke from behind me so I turned around to see who it was. “B-Butler Sam!”

He just smiled at me then nodded, “Good afternoon, Miss Angela.”

“Good Afternoon.” I said with a smile. He then guided me inside the hospital until we arrived at the reception. It was quite simple, with all the stained-glass windows and an open fireplace that provided the backdrop. A receptionist wearing a business casual attire eyed as we ascended the stairs, looking like she was trying to recognize who I was. “Butler Sam, is L-Lucifer okay?”

I looked at Butler Sam and saw how his face saddened upon hearing me asking that, “Young Master hasn’t woken up yet since the time that we brought us here, Miss Angela.”

“W-What? L-Lucifer h-hasn’t woken up yet?”

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