It was the young master!
Annabelle felt a wave of surprise and joy. She struggled to open her eyes, catching a glimpse of his handsome profile.
Yes, she was saved.
And the one who saved her was the young master.
Why was he here? Did he come specifically for her, or was it just a coincidence? Annabelle didn't know. All she knew was the overwhelming sense of relief that washed over her.
The young master lowered his gaze slightly, looking at her. A faint smile played on his lips, a mix of pain and relief, as though he was grateful to have her back in his arms.
But his next words sent a chill through her body.
"The one who injured Anna — cut off his hand."
"Yes, Young Master," a subordinate responded coldly.
It was the first time Annabelle realized that the young master wasn't just a
