"What is it?" the Duchess roared angrily.
"It's... it's teta...tetanus..." The doctor was still stuttering.
Ivana Bennett lost her voice shouting, "Shut up!"
Tetanus?!
The Duchess's body trembled violently, her hands abruptly grabbing the doctor's arm, "You... you say it's tetanus..."
The doctor bowed his head in silence, The Duchess released his arm, reached out, and grasped the butler.
"Quick, call an ambulance, take him to the hospital, quickly..."
The butler stood still, dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief.
The doctor softly said beside them, "There's... there's no use, the... the Duke is..., he... has already... "
No use?!
Turning her face, the Duchess gazed at her son whose face on the pillow was pale as paper. Trembling, she turned and knelt by his bed, holding Lucas Walker's hand.
His hand was ice-cold, without a hint of warmth.
