"I understand, Your Majesty," Fred said, nodding. "We'll finish this as soon as possible. Our priority is your well-being. Soon you'll have a healthy young body and can resume your work for the nation. You must be patient and trust me."

The queen nodded. "Yes, of course. I'm a little tired now."

"Ah, yes. You need your rest, Your Majesty. You shouldn't have come," Fred said, then turning to the guards, he shouted, "Take the queen back to rest!"

Lily was again alone with Fred. He watched the queen leave, then turned to Lily, spitting, "You fucking bitch!"

He lunged to slap her. But Lily, skilled in combat, seized his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back. He screamed in pain. Alarmed, the guards burst in, guns drawn, pointing them at Lily.

Unfazed, Lily chuckled coldly. "Do you think I can't break his arm before you shoot me?"

"Don't you dare, Lily!" Fred grimaced. He knew his arm would break with a little more pressure.

The guards hesitated; they wouldn't shoot without Fred's order. Lily, holding Fred hostage, shook her head. "You've gotten careless. Did you think I wouldn't fight back?"

"Do you think you can accomplish anything by holding me hostage? Don't forget your two babies!" Fred chuckled, then grimaced again.

"Thanks for reminding me," Lily sneered. Her gaze icy, she commanded, "Tell your men to bring my children to me now."

The guards exchanged hesitant glances. Fred, clenching his teeth, forbade them from obeying. Lily's patience snapped. With a sharp twist, a crack echoed through the room as his arm broke.