Ana was looking at his face. "You could have told me. You could have told me everything about what happened that day, but you didn't. You kept me astray and I kept thinking what I was thinking in my heart. I wish I had known, I would never have done what I did. I would not have treated you like this." She was regretting now, but the one who wanted to listen was not listening, rather he was lying unconscious. "Get up, it's already late! I have a lot to talk to you about. There's a lot to ask. Get up quickly so I can know it all." She was talking to him as if he was a five-year-old child and lied to sleep with his eyes closed to avoid going to school. She would have tried every tactic if her patience was less, but nothing was making a difference. Nothing was happening by talking, humming, or praying. And on the other hand, she was wondering where Harry would be and when he would come. No one would have known. Or he must have found that device. There were a thousand questions in her m

"Boss! Harry's been spotted here and there." Shizel came and said to Karel. Karel, in that dark room, was busy with the white rats, he didn't even look back. "So now should we welcome him here?" Karel had said jokingly and again caught the rat by the tail which was about to run away. "Hey, boss, you don't understand! Harry is here, which means Joseph will be here too, and he had to come after completing his mission. So how can he come?" Shazel had directed Karel's attention to a different point. "Harry may have come from work and Joseph is still on Earth" Karel's mind was now turning to him. "But that's the point, boss! Harry is taking care of Joseph. How can he leave him and come here? Someone is something we don't know about. Something secret is going on." With Shizel's words, Karel's mind was also coming to the direction of why Harry would really come here without him. Or why he could leave him because he knew that Joseph might need him. "Shizel! I will kill you!" After say

Ana was immediately alerted when the door was knocked. "Who is it?" She asked because she was alone now, so who could it be now? "I am Harry". Harry's voice came from ahead. Harry's voice seemed to be the lifeblood of her at that moment and she quickly opened the door. "You brought it? It's been so long since I was thinking that you weren't stuck in any problem". She gave him a way to enter while speaking. And she was a little disappointed to see Harry empty-handed. "Didn't you bring it? Was there a problem." She was asking questions quickly. "Hey If you let me speak, I'll tell you. I've brought it." After saying this, he touched his clothes and took out a device from it. "There were a lot of problems, but believe me, it is your prayers that may have worked". "Don't worry he'll be fine". Harry comforted her, seeing her getting more worried. "You work quickly," She said in horror. Harry waved his hand in salute and got to work. After a lot of hard work, he had connected the

When Princess Fiona reached there, there was a strange mournful atmosphere. Wrapped in a soft silk bed, the cold blue Ivan had almost lost her life. Big and small animals, plants and trees were all sitting around her with their heads bowed down. That is, they had lost hope Fiona's heart stopped as the fire was burning. Did she get so late? So much so that Evan's body was frozen instead of shivering from the cold. Muzan ran and picked up Evan while she was wrapped in the blanket. All the inhabitants of the lake remained sitting with their heads bowed. Fiona also came to her senses and sat next to Ivan and straightened her hands and formed a circle of artificial fire around her. Muzan ran at full speed and reached the palace as quickly as possible. The preparations for the treatment were complete; Riana and Jazar were also in a state of Fiona after seeing the lifeless fragile existence in Mozan's arms. Queen Renam was not informed. The special maids of the house were helping the do

He was drowsy when some whispers were made to him. The pain in the legs had reduced considerably, the body was also feeling a lot of energy, even after regaining consciousness, and he did not open his eyes. If it was a dream or mirage then so are it. He was feeling better and didn't want to go back into that painful cold night. He felt his existence on a soft warm bed. Such a comfortable soft silk bed that it is sunk in the cheeks of cotton. A softness was felt over the existence, a slight warmth was felt. How could he have such a quiet bed in this cold sandy area? Surely it was again some trap of this bloody land. "Our son, our beloved son, our life, why are you not getting up? Why is he not awake?” A feminine crying voice touched his ears and his ears became alert. "He will get up. He will wake up soon. Now we have him. He is safe now. Now if you want to sleep in peace, you can." Feeling the love and yearning in the heavy male voice, his facial expressions were filled with une