The missing princess by Asmaa Nada chapter 2,3

Chapter 2
The course of blood ran across the room to the bed and there was a puddle all around him that looked terribly red and shiny and I bent down to examine it. The place where he was lying was in front of the big safe and he was wearing his pajamas the left sleeve was ripped showing his bare arm stretching out towards the safe. It lookedoh absolutely horrible speckled with blood and the flesh was torn or cut off about the gold chain on his wrist I didnt know he was wearing such a thing and it seemed to give me a new shock.
I stopped for a moment and when I wished to relieve her for a moment my thoughts got distracted and I said

Oh this shouldnt surprise you youll see the toughest guys wearing bracelets. I have seen a judge sentence a man to death and the wrist on which he was lifted had a gold bracelet on it.
She didnt seem to mind the words or the idea however she softened her silence a bit and continued to speak firmly
I didnt wait a moment for help  I was afraid he might bleed to death. I rang the bell and then I went out and called for help as loudly as I could and in what must have been a very short time though it seemed incredibly long to me some servants came running. Then others until the room seemed full of staring eyes tousled hair and pyjamas of all kinds.
Dad carried us on a sofa and the housekeeper Mrs. Grant being more intelligent than any of us began to search for the source of the flow of blood and in a few seconds it became evident that from the arm which was bare there was a deep woundnot so cleanly cut as with a knife but like a serrated incision or tear.
Near the wrist which seemed to have been cut into a jugular vein Mrs. Grant bound a handkerchief around the wound and bound it tightly with a silver paper cutter. The flow of blood seemed to stop at once. By this time I had come to my sensesor what was left of them and I sent one man to the doctor and another to the police and when they were gone I felt that apart from the servants I was alone in the house and that I knew nothing of my father or anything else and a great idea came to me to take someone with me who could help me and then I thought of your kind offering in the boat under the willow tree without waiting for reflection I asked the men to prepare a carriage at once wrote a note and sent it to you.
I stopped not wanting to say anything about what I felt at the time. I looked at her and I thought she understood for her eyes rose to mine for a moment and then fell leaving her cheeks like