The Devil Charming's
The Part 21

Lizbeth groaned and held his pulsating head, he opened his eyes many times trying to adjust the dim light of the lamp that illuminated the large room. It was Lizbeth and Edward's room in the mansion. Lizbeth circulated her gaze, it seemed like it was already night. Was he unconscious that long?

Lizbeth uncovers the blanket, puts her foot on the cold floor, and afterwards Lizbeth realizes that the calf of one of her legs has a bandage wrapped around it. The woman knitted her eyebrows together trying to touch the gunshot wound Edward had inflicted on her. Lizbeth blinked her eyes, is she numb? The woman then pinched the side next to her wound which made her grimace that she could still feel pain. Then, why does the wound that should be painful not feel anything?

Lizbeth kept looking down at the wound on her leg that dangled to the floor.

“What still hurts?” Lizbeth gasped to find Edward who was already crouching in front of him then gently stroked his injured calf.

“I've given you special medicine. Take it easy, there won't be any scars there, and you shouldn't be feeling any pain because I'm sure the wound has dried up completely,” said Edward with a slow movement of his hand that tried to open the bandage on his wife's leg.

Lizbeth just kept quiet about what Edward would do to her. Ah yes—he should have remembered that Edward had a reliable medical team and professor who ran his poison factory. Drugs like this are certainly not difficult for them.

Edward smiled with satisfaction to find Lizbeth's wound that had dried even the stitches had been seen

slightly fading. At the latest in two days, Lizbeth's smooth skin will return to normal.

Edward got up, and threw the old bandage in the trash next to the nightstand. Then the man again approached Lizbeth who was still sitting still and gave him a glass of water. “Minum! you didn't realize long enough.”

Lizbeth gulped down half the water and looked back at Edward. She doesn't know whether to be angry, disappointed, or happy right now.

Edward sat himself down next to Lizbeth and immediately carried his wife's body into his arms.

“MaaThan me, I just don't want you to go, because I know out there there are many pairs of eyes that love you, want your life.”

“Why are you trying to protect me if I'm a descendant of your mother's murderous clan?” Tanya Lizbeth gripped tightly at the shirt Edward was wearing.

“Because I love you,” replied Edward quickly.

Edward scratched his face at Lizbeth's neck and hugged his wife tightly. “Don't I tell you, you have to trust me no matter what?”

Lizbeth nodded faintly, for some reason Edward was able to make her believe. After the truth that Lizbeth knows that he is the son of the Golden Rose clan, the mobsters who hunted Edward all this time.

“I'm just afraid you made me a tool for revenge.” Edward broke his embrace then looked at Lizbeth with a raised eyebrow. “Do I look like that?”

Lizbeth pressed her shoulders. “Nothing is impossible.” Lizbeth smiled wryly “Even I still can't believe that I'm their descendant. There was not a single sign I had,” continued Lizbeth looking at Edward seriously.

Edward got up from his seat, extended his hand to Lizbeth. “We have dinner first, after this we will find out what you asked.”

Lizbeth welcomed Edward's helping hand, walking with her husband with her hand held tightly by a large, warm palm.

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“How? Did you guys manage to find out about that particle?” Edward asked with an intimidating look at the two people wearing white coats in front of him.

Doctor Sam glanced at Professor Martin who nodded without hesitation. “Particle manipulation, it is a rare particle that only produced one in this world. The particles are planted in the skin and work perfectly to cover a mark, wound, tattoo and the like without the need to remove them. The timeframe is unlimited, unless we remove the particle. And what makes us realize too late, is because the particles can only be detected through the blood. Blood from a successful wound hit one of the points where the particle was planted.”

“That means the particle is not just one inside Lizbeth's body?” Edward asked with his eyes.

Professor Martin breathed. “Unfortunately, We found more than three particles inside Madam's body.”

Edward turned his head when he sensed Lizbeth squeezing his hand tightly. Then Edward looked back at the two people in front of him.

“Yes. But it's gonna hurt. We have to do penyayatan on the skin where the particles are planted,” replied doctor Sam. “Just do it, we can inject dope when penyayatan later,”sahut Edward quiet.

Doctor Sam shook his head and looked at the mafia boss with a regretful look. “Sorry Mr.Ed, if we give dope or other painkillers it will affect the particles. The particles will blend perfectly into the skin tissue and will no longer be able to be taken.”

Edward closed his eyes for a moment, trying to control his slowly rising emotions. Which parent would do that to their baby? Instilling the damn particles, for the sake of clan survival.

“What should it take?” ask Lizbeth who was silent. The woman suddenly felt horror at the thought of her skin in a hundred percent conscious state. As if he were Edward's captive.

“True, Mistress. If it is left on it may not have any effect on you, but it will have an effect on your fetus if you later conceive. In other words, you should not get pregnant if you do not want to remove the particle, or your fetus will never survive.”

Lizbeth gulps his saliva at Sam's doctor's explanation, while professor Martin hands Edward a piece of paper that looks already very emotional. Damn it! Edward understood now why Lizbeth was called the last princess, it was because there would be no more descendants of Golden Rose after that because the particles planted would affect everything.

“Shit!”

Edward cursed out loudly, squeezing the paper he had just read and now his hunting breath made Lizbeth stare

fearfully.

“What's up?” Lizbeth looked into Edward's blue eyes.

Doctor Sam and professor Martin leave immediately to give privacy to the two men in the doctor's office.

Edward pulled Lizbeth's body, hugged him tightly and drowned his face on the overdraft of his wife's neck. The confused Lizbeth could only gently stroke her husband's back. “All will be fine Ed.”

“Nothing is okay,” replied Edward slowly “You will still be the first above everything for me.”

“What do you mean?”

Lizbeth pulls her husband's face looking for something in blue eyes that looks worried. “You want me to do it? I'll do.”

“Do not! It hurts, for whatever reason do not do it,” said Edward with a trembling voice.

For what! an Edward almost cried at this moment also looked very fragile..

“Although there is currently a fetus in your womb,” continued Edward made Lizbeth freeze.

“A-i'm pregnant?” Tanya Lizbeth palpated her slender stomach with a stiff movement.

“I don't want to see you in a verse like that.” “That means you want to kill your son?”

Edward was speechless with both hands clenched tightly on both sides of his body, “Ya, than I should have lost you.” Lizbeth stared at Edward's anger. “You think I would die with something like that?! you need to remember that I will not sacrifice my son for personal gain!! Whatever the reason!”

Maybe it won't put Lizbeth's life at risk, but anyway it's very painful, restraining

the pain was in normal circumstances, letting fresh blood flow just like that, and enduring the pain not once. Oh God! Edward grabbed his hair in frustration, on the other hand he justified the words of Lizbeth who would not sacrifice their children for personal gain because they also had felt it, felt it was thrown out for the sake of the clan. And this time Edward's choice was far more cruel, Edward had to be ready to see his wife tormented or kill their future son.