"Splash!"
The books on the bookshelves were scattered all over the ground. It was simply a mess.
Wright quickly walked to the sofa and sat down. He looked at the scattered books on the ground with a dark expression and gritted his teeth.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The assistant's voice came from outside.
"Prince."
"Come in!" Wright said, his expression dark.
The assistant, Amon, walked in. Looking at the messy books all over the ground, his heart jumped to his throat. He avoided the books and walked up to Wright, calling out respectfully, "Prince!"
Amon inadvertently saw the wound on Wright's waist. His expression changed drastically. Frowning, he said worriedly, "Prince, you're injured. I'll call the doctor now."
"Do you want me to be beaten to death by my father?"
Wright said with a dark expression. His gaze was like a sharp blade, scaring Amon so much that he did not dare to look up.
