Chapter 4: The Royal Advisor's Verdict
The commoners were all intimidated by Dominic. After all, they were just powerless civilians, while Dominic was a prince. Killing a few commoners would be as easy as breathing for him.
After silencing the crowd, Dominic turned his resentment toward me, his domineering black eyes glaring as if they'd shoot fire.
"Sophia Song! This is all your fault! If you hadn't insisted on saying Sweetie eats... that, how would she be crying like this?"
I bit my lip, looking very aggrieved. "But I couldn't just watch Sweetie get dragged to the authorities! I had to think of a reasonable excuse to save her! Second Prince, how can you scold me without asking what happened first? I was trying to save Sweetie too!"
I wiped nonexistent tears from my eyes and cried out loud: "Waaah, the Second Prince is my fiancé, but he's scolding me for Sweetie's sake. Waaah!"
Dominic's face flushed with anger, but in front of so many people, he couldn't do anything to me. He could only grit his teeth and let out beast-like growls, clenching his fists in impotent rage.
The Royal Advisor, standing to the side watching the drama, spoke up at the right time: "Second Prince, Miss Song is about to faint. Don't you plan to call a doctor for her?"
Only then did Dominic remember that Sweetie had been stabbed earlier! He'd been so busy worrying about whether she was a poop demon that he'd forgotten to call a doctor.
Dominic hastily called for a physician while Sweetie fainted in his arms.