All Chapters of Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers: Chapter 2211 - Chapter 2220

The night was so thick it could not be dissolved, with visibility of no more than half a meter. The surrounding tree shadows twisted and writhed, baring their fangs and claws like the man-eating malicious spirits of legend.Amelia was an ordinary person as well. When facing the unknown, she too felt fear, yet now, alone in these perilous deep mountains and forests, she showed not the slightest hesitation.Because she had to find Carl. She would not abandon him alone and had to bring him home.She walked very slowly, pouring all her strength into every step. Weakness and unrelenting exhaustion surged over her like a tide. Her vision darkened again and again, forcing her to stop, brace herself against a tree, and breathe lightly until the dizziness passed before she continued on.She did not know how long she had walked when the tight pain in her chest grew heavier and her breathing became rapid and disordered. Her throat was so dry it felt as if it were sm

The wall was built of bluish-black ancient bricks, weathered by a thousand years of wind and rain. Its surface was covered with cracks of varying depths and patches of moss, heavy and archaic, carrying a deathly stillness that seemed to sever it from the mortal world. Rising several meters high, the wall extended straight in both directions, disappearing into dense forest and mist, like a barrier stretched across the boundary between life and death.The bloodstains ended right at the base of the wall. They did not continue forward, did not turn aside, but vanished abruptly and completely, as if they had never been there at all.Amelia slowly crouched down, her trembling fingertips inch by inch brushing over the icy stone surface, over the soil, gravel, and decaying leaves at the wall's base. Again and again, almost obsessively, she searched for even the faintest trace of Carl—anything at all, a single strand of hair, a scrap of fabric, a drop of blood long since

In this way, the two of them walked side by side, step by step, out of the secret realm.The moment they stepped out of the secret realm, the morning breeze brushed against their faces, carrying the unique fragrance of grass and trees from the dense forest. The sinister chill of the night was gone, as was the bone-piercing cold of the miasma. The daylight was clear, thin mist lingered lightly, towering ancient trees stretched their branches, and morning light filtered through layers of foliage, scattering fragments of gold across the ground.Occasional crisp birdsong echoed through the forest, streams burbled softly, and the dense woods that had been terrifying in the night now appeared unexpectedly tranquil and peaceful."Oh, right." Amelia tilted her head to look at him. "The place we were in just now—could it heal injuries?"Carl glanced sideways. "That place was a secret realm. It had existed for a long time, but no one noticed it. I found it by accident.""So that's how it was."

"Destination reached."Ahead, the gilded letters of the Norman Hospital and its white buildings quickly came into view.The car slowly drove into the hospital parking lot, and the moment it came to a stop, Gracie almost immediately unfastened her seat belt, her eyes reddening uncontrollably once again.Amelia and Carl got out of the car at the same time, their movements always perfectly in sync. Carl gently released Amelia's hand and shielded her at his side, his calm gaze sweeping over the noisy crowd and the hurried medical staff coming and going, an aura of refined aloofness mixed with steady reliability surrounding him."This way, Ms. Cromwell, Mr. Jenkins. My grandfather is in a special observation ward next to the intensive care unit on the third floor!" Gracie's voice carried an almost imperceptible tremor as she raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye and hurried toward the inpatient building. Each step was filled with urgency, yet she still

Everyone had long held Amelia's medical skills in the highest regard. This young woman had twice created medical miracles at the Norman Hospital, reviving patients whom even the hospital's most elite expert teams had been powerless to save, relying solely on her almost divine needle technique. Such ability had long surpassed the realm of ordinary physicians and earned her the title of a miracle doctor.The emotions in the ward gradually settled. Gracie wiped away her tears and carefully tucked the blanket around the elderly man, while the woman brought over warm water and gently moistened his cracked lips with a cotton swab.After a long while, the old man's breathing steadied. The bluish tint on his lips faded, replaced by a faint flush of color. His eyes, tightly shut for days, finally regained some light. Though still weak, he had clearly escaped the brink of death.Amelia slowly walked to the bedside, her brows gentle and her eyes warm. Her voice was soft ye