Then, a sharp, searing pain spread across her waist.
She tried to control herself from screaming, but this time, she couldn't hold back.
She cried out, doubling over in pain.
Lucien, seated beside her, immediately glanced at Ivy when he heard her scream.
"What's wrong with you?" he asked coldly, then suddenly felt a chill run through his body.
He instinctively reached for her, his sharp eyes narrowing. Though they had been sitting, a thin layer of sweat had already formed on his cold, handsome face.
Without hesitation, Lucien stood up, lifting Ivy into his arms. As he rose, all eyes in the hall turned toward them.
"Duke, where are you going during this important kingdom celebration?"
"This is very disrespectful! Even the king is here!"
A wave of protests came from the crowd, but Lucien barely spared them a glance. His grip on Ivy remained firm as he turned to face the king.
