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Savannah turned toward the sound, her eyes widening in shock as her smug expression melted away when she recognized her aunt-in-law.
This aunt-in-law was none other than the king’s wife, Babette Wilson.
“Babette…” Savannah’s voice softened as she addressed the queen with apprehension. “This person is here without an invitation. No one knows her purpose. I’m only trying to protect our palace.”
“Who says she’s here without an invitation? This person was brought here by your cousin. You don’t know the full situation, and you didn’t even bother to ask. How can you just mete out punishment? If news about this gets out, what will the citizens think of you?” Babette’s voice rang out with unassailable authority, commanding the room. “Take your people and leave!”
Savannah’s expression darkened. However, she knew better than to defy Babette. Though reluctant, she motioned for her guards to retreat. But before she left, she cast Isabella one final, fierce glance.
Although they were gone, Isabella didn’t let her guard down. Her eyes remained fixed on Babette vigilantly. Babette approached Isabella and, in a softer tone, said, “You need to leave quickly.”
Isabella looked at Babette with surprise and gratitude, feeling genuine kindness emanate from her. Without saying a word, she turned and left.
However, when she looked around, she saw no vehicles on the road.
Her wound was still bleeding, and she was growing weaker from blood loss. Desperate, she tore a strip from her shirt and wrapped it around her throbbing wound. Then, with trembling hands, she fumbled for her phone and called Waylon.
When Waylon arrived, he was shocked to see Isabella’s bleeding arm. Blood continued to seep through the cloth she had wrapped around it.
He rushed to her side, his face pale with concern. “What happened? Who did this to you?”
“I’m fine. It’s just a minor injury. Do you know any doctors we can trust?” Isabella replied, her face pale and thin beads of sweat covering her forehead.
“Fine? How can you say that?” Waylon exclaimed. “Look at how much blood you’ve lost. We need to go to the hospital right now.”
“No, we can’t. Going to the hospital will only draw attention,” Isabella said, her voice strained but firm.
“Unwanted attention,” Isabella refused the idea despite the exhaustion setting in. “It’s really not that bad. Just take me back to the hotel.”
Seeing Isabella’s unwavering resolve, Waylon had no choice but to take her back to the hotel.
As soon as they entered the room, a sudden knock on the door interrupted their silence. They exchanged cautious glances, uncertainty in their eyes.
Waylon walked to the door and peered through the peephole. Outside, he saw two men standing, one of whom wore a white coat, looking like a doctor.
The two men seemed to sense someone was watching them. One of them spoke, “Don’t worry. We are here to help Miss Patton.”
Isabella, hearing this, furrowed her brows in confusion. How did these strangers know her name?
She looked through the peephole and saw no immediate signs of threat. Cautiously, she opened the door. An elderly man in a pristine butler’s uniform stood outside, accompanied by the doctor.
“Who are you?” Isabella asked, scrutinizing the two men.
“Let’s talk inside,” the elderly butler said with a gentle smile.
Isabella stepped aside, allowing the two men to enter. The doctor wasted no time. He immediately set down his medical kit, which was meticulously stocked with surgical tools, and began preparing to treat her wound.
“Please sit on the sofa. I’ll remove the bullet from your arm,” the doctor said.
“Wait,” Isabella interrupted. “You’re not doing anything until you tell us who you are first.”
The butler nodded respectfully. “I understand your concerns. But you are Howard’s sister, aren’t you?”
Isabella was even more confused. “You know my brother?”
The butler nodded again. “Howard saved our princess. Since your brother is our benefactor, the queen sent us to help you.”
Isabella’s eyes widened with realization. Babette had protected her against Savannah.
Howard had saved the princess?
The king’s daughter?
But wasn’t he with the Serpentine Palers now?
Isabella and Waylon exchanged bewildered glances.
When the butler saw their expressions, he took the initiative to explain. “Perhaps you don’t know about this, but it’s alright. Let me tell you what happened. One day, our princess was abducted by a group of men. We searched high and low but couldn’t find her. Eventually, we discovered that she had been taken to the base of the Serpentine Palers. When we finally found her, she was lying under a tree. We waited until she woke up, and she told us that Howard was the one who saved her.”
“Your princess is the daughter of the king. How could someone be so bold as to kidnap her?” Isabella shook her head in disbelief, her brows furrowed tightly. She thought it was utterly implausible.
The butler smiled bitterly. “Our princess was once an unprecedented child prodigy in Aswil, mastering eight languages by the age of sixteen and achieving remarkable success in various fields. She was poised to become our queen, a beacon of hope for our nation. But a year ago, she was struck by a severe fever, which left her mentally impaired. Even the top doctors in our country couldn’t cure her.” As the butler recounted the past, his voice trembled with emotion, and tears welled in his eyes.
After all, he had watched the princess grow up. She was the king’s only child, dedicating herself tirelessly to her country. Her commitment was unparalleled. She would only sleep four hours a day, devoting the rest of her time to studying.
Behind the facade of a genius was the unwavering dedication that had driven her to excel. Fortunately, her hard work was not in vain. She became an unprecedented prodigy admired by all. She was a symbol of hope, meant to be a remarkable queen. However, fate had other plans for her, cruelly snatching away the dreams that had once seemed within her grasp.
At the thought of this, the butler’s heart ached.
Waylon said softly, “Now I understand. The people gradually shifted their support to the king’s brother because of what happened to his daughter.”
“Exactly. If this had not happened to our princess, she would have undoubtedly become the queen,” the butler said regretfully.
Waylon and Isabella exchanged poignant glances, a profound sense of pity washing over them.
Judging by the butler’s words and expression, it seemed that the two men meant no harm. Isabella relaxed slightly, allowing herself to trust them. After all, her situation required immediate attention. So, she finally allowed the doctor to remove the bullet.
Waylon watched from the side, his heart clenching with every move the doctor made. Isabella’s face grew even paler, and beads of sweat covered her forehead. But she simply bit her lower lip, not uttering a single word of pain.
The operation had concluded.
Waylon gently wiped the sweat from Isabella’s forehead, his expression filled with concern. “Isabella, you’ve endured so much. By the way, have you seen Andrew?”
“Yes, I have.” Isabella briefly shut her eyes, her tone steady. “He has lost his memory.”
Waylon was shocked. “How could he lose his memory? Was he in a car accident?”
Memory loss wasn’t a simple matter. It typically resulted from significant brain trauma.
“There were no visible injuries on him,” Isabella replied.
“Then how did he lose his memory? Could he be deceiving you?” Waylon’s anger rose. “Is his intention to marry into the royal family?”
The butler, Ramon Kennedy, took a moment to think before answering slowly. “It’s possible he was hypnotized.”
“Hypnotized? Is that even possible?” Waylon frowned. In his understanding, hypnosis was something used to help people relax or bring back memories.
Ramon said, “Savannah and her associates have nurtured many skilled individuals, aiming to usurp the throne. It’s likely that our princess’s suffering was connected to them, though we don’t have proof.”
He added with a hint of bitterness, “I suspect Mr. Klein’s memory loss was their doing too. However, it seems more like his memories have been altered, given how kindly he treats Savannah—almost as if he’s truly in love with her.”
Isabella was taken aback.
The power of hypnotists was well-known to her, yet she was aware that using such skills in this way crossed ethical boundaries and broke the rules of the hypnosis community.
Waylon exclaimed in anger, “How shameless! Is it possible for such a vicious person to ascend to the throne?”
A bitter smile lingered on Ramon’s face. “Of course, we’re against their rise to power. Our king has always been a supporter of peace, building friendly ties with other nations and strengthening international relations. On the other hand, Savannah’s faction is inherently hostile and aggressive. If they take control, war is unavoidable. The quadrennial election is…”
“Near, and Savannah’s father will likely receive substantial backing from the conglomerates…”
Ramon’s eyes filled with tears at the thought of what Aswil might endure under Savannah’s father’s rule. It was unbearable.
They, as loyal citizens, were opposed to this.
Waylon’s expression was full of concern. “No, this can’t happen. War would bring so much harm.”
Isabella said, “I’ll go see your princess.”
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