Chapter 4 Dying Again?

• "Oh my goodness!" Trinia gasped, placing a hand on her pounding chest as she struggled to catch her breath. "What on earth just happened back there?" She gestured towards the mansion, sighing heavily. "Now, this is what I call a mega-mansion!" Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she decided to jog. "That disrespectful man must belong to the mafia, and since I'm still walking aimlessly, I must be in some kind of fancy estate." Trinia paused her monologue as a fly buzzed around her face. "Oh, for goodness' sake!" she exclaimed, spitting it out.
• Turning back, Trinia noticed a sports car driving towards her. "Who the heck is that? I guess I'm not in the 17th century after all." She stopped jogging and watched as the car approached. Just as it seemed about to collide with her leg, it abruptly stopped. Trinia gasped, closing her eyes tightly. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, fearing the worst. But when nothing happened, she cautiously fluttered her eyes open, only to see Ansel stepping out of the car. "You again!" Trinia pointed accusingly at him, preparing to voice her objections.
• "Stop talking and listen to me!" Ansel shouted, silencing her instantly. "I don't know why you're running your mouth, but I won't allow you to disrespect me like this. If you continue, you'll face the consequences!" His threat hung heavily in the air as he approached Trinia, his manner intimidating. Ansel hoped his words would bring her back to her senses, dispelling the strange behavior she had been exhibiting. "I order you to return and change, so we can proceed with the meeting between the clans."
• Visibly intimidated, Trinia gulped as Ansel stood before her. Lifting her head to meet his gaze, they locked eyes for a few tense seconds. Then, defying all expectations, Trinia did the unthinkable—she swiftly kicked Ansel in the groin and bolted away. "You can't dictate to me! I'm escaping from here!" she yelled, running toward the massive black gate.
• Ansel groaned in pain, clutching his injured groin. Uttering a string of curses, he slowly made his way back to his car. "How on earth did she even think of that?" Starting the car, he drove after Trinia.
• Meanwhile, Trinia had managed to divert the attention of the guards and successfully made her way out of the gate. Once beyond the confines of the estate, she ran into the streets. "I just need to find a taxi and go back to the hospital," Trinia thought, considering her mother's reaction upon seeing her in someone else's body. "I need an explanation for all of this," she muttered as she walked along the road. Finding herself in a secluded area without any signs of passing cars, Trinia began to grow frustrated. "Where on earth am I?" she shouted when suddenly, a car horn blared behind her. Startled, she turned to face the car and realized it was the same sports car Ansel had driven. "Why does he keep following me?" Trinia exclaimed, breaking into another sprint to avoid him. "I have to escape!"
• Ansel stopped the car by the side of the road and stepped out, calling out her name. "Vanessa!" he shouted, hoping to regain control of the situation. "I order you, as your King, to turn back. Otherwise, you'll face punishment!"
• "Thank goodness I'm not Vanessa," Trinia retorted, refusing to comply with his demands. She stood defiantly in the middle of the road, laughing. "You'll never catch me!" With a dismissive wave, she swiftly changed direction and sprinted to the other side. However, her smile faded as a speeding car suddenly appeared out of nowhere and collided with her. Trinia was forcefully thrown over the car, landing on the ground with a painful thud. "Oh..." she groaned, her back and head throbbing in agony. Blood trickled down her face, reaching her lips as she tasted her blood. Her legs and hands emitted a sickening cracking sound, and as her vision grew hazy, she whispered, "I'm dying again."
• The driver of the car that had hit Trinia hurriedly got out and rushed to her side. It was Alexa, Vanessa's tormentor, and Ansel's noble consort. She had hit Trinia while driving due to jealousy and impulse, as she had mistakenly thought she saw something wrong with Vanessa standing in the middle of the road. "What was she doing there?" Alexa asked Ansel, who had quickly crossed over to Trinia's side. "Your Highness," she added, bowing her head.
• Ignoring Alexa's question, Ansel scooped Trinia off the ground, holding her gently in a bridal-style embrace. "She's bleeding and in need of immediate help!" Ansel gestured for Alexa to open the car door.
• "She's going to die! There's no point in saving her!" Alexa tried to convince Ansel to let go of Trinia, as she had always desired her demise.
• "I haven't had my revenge yet!" Ansel growled through gritted teeth, determined to save her not out of concern but to ensure that he was the one to bring about her downfall.
• "I still need answers!" he continued, before walking away, leaving Alexa with no choice but to open the car door. Ansel carefully placed Trinia inside, closing the door behind him. Starting the car, he drove swiftly back toward the mansion. Since they were not far from their destination, they reached the gate within a matter of minutes. Waiting for them were the elders of both clans and the guards, assembled in front of the mansion. Ansel rushed out of the car and opened the passenger seat, carefully lifting Trinia out. His beta, Tristan, immediately approached him. Observing Trinia's condition, Tristan didn't waste time with questions, instructing the guards with a nod.
• Ansel carried Trinia into the mansion, taking a right turn toward the Royal Clinic. The room was spacious, containing three beds, and the three royal physicians dressed in blue lab coats were already waiting. Placing Trinia gently on one of the beds, they sprang into action. "Royal Physician Tara," Ansel called for the head physician.
• "Your Highness," Royal Physician Tara, a woman with short wavy blue hair in her late thirties, bowed her head as she approached Ansel.
• "Save her," he commanded firmly before leaving the room. Outside, Tristan awaited his return. "What happened, Your Highness?"
• Ansel sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the door of the Royal Clinic. He remained silent, his thoughts consumed with hopes that Trinia would survive, allowing him to enact his revenge and uncover the reason behind her sudden change in behavior. After a moment of silence, he finally replied, "I have no idea."