[Margaret's POV]
Upon suddenly hearing such devastating news, Frantz had completely lost his mind. He began attacking everyone present indiscriminately, including his own Lycan King son-in-law whom he had always held in high regard!
"Donald, what kind of monarch are you? Your Werewolf Royal City has been infiltrated by the enemy. Aren't you embarrassed? How are you going to explain this to me? With what will you compensate me for the pain of losing my precious daughter and son-in-law?"
Like a madman, Frantz accused everyone in sight, especially Donald, standing amidst the crowd. A surge of bizarre thoughts crossed my mind as I turned and regarded him with a cold stare.
Nora seemed much calmer than Frantz, but by now, her eyes were bloodshot. She reached out to grip the somewhat hysterical Frantz, her voice hoarse as she urged him to calm down.
