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Isabella understood the significance of Dottie’s potential rise to the throne. A leader like her could reshape the relationship between Lorpond and Aswil.
Babette looked at Dottie with tears in her eyes. “Dottie…”
Dottie’s heart-wrenching screams continued until her voice became hoarse. After half an hour, Isabella entered the bathroom and, with Babette’s help, carefully carried her out.
Dottie’s complexion had improved, with a healthy glow signaling her recovery.
“If Dottie can be cured, I will ensure you are generously rewarded,” Babette declared firmly, locking eyes with Isabella. Isabella nodded. “Alright.”
“Let me take you to rest,” Babette offered, guiding Isabella to a private villa nearby.
Waylon was already there, and as soon as he saw Isabella, he sighed in relief. “How is Dottie?”
“She’s doing fairly well. Her willpower is strong,” Isabella replied.
Babette added, “Please, make yourselves comfortable here. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call on the servants.”
“Thank you,” Isabella said gently. “It’s late; you should get some rest yourself.”
After Babette left, Waylon assumed Isabella would finally take a moment to relax. But instead, she busied herself in the kitchen, diligently preparing herbal medicine.
“Let me handle that,” Waylon offered, his concern for Isabella evident.
“No, I must do this myself,” Isabella insisted.
“You’re injured, and you need rest,” Waylon said, worry etched on his face. “You’ll wear yourself out.”
Isabella managed a small smile and looked at him with calm resolve. “I know my own limits, Waylon. Besides, there will be times when I’ll need your help. You should rest.”
“How am I supposed to sleep when you’re pushing yourself like this?” Waylon’s voice trembled with concern. “Andrew is to blame for all of this!”
“If Andrew hadn’t come here, what would Aswil’s internal affairs have to do with us?” he continued, frustration clear in his voice.
Isabella explained gently, “It’s more than just Andrew now. This has become about Aswil and our own country. Think about it—Savannah is such a despicable woman. How decent could her father possibly be? He’s likely even more ruthless. If a man like him takes the throne, he could very well incite wars with neighboring regions, leading to countless innocent lives lost.”
Waylon couldn’t argue with her reasoning. As he gazed at Isabella’s calm expression, a mix of worry and admiration stirred within him. She had an uncanny ability to see the bigger picture—something he struggled to do himself.
“Waylon, get some sleep. Otherwise, when I need your protection, you’ll be too exhausted,” Isabella urged gently. “I can handle things here.”
Reluctantly, Waylon settled onto the sofa to rest. As he did, Isabella continued preparing the medicine and reached out to Jared.
Jared’s reply came quickly. “Wait—you’re saying the girl Howard saved is Dottie? My goodness, what a coincidence. Our undercover agents within the Serpentine Palers did witness your brother rescuing a girl who was nearly assaulted. Later, that girl was quietly sent away.” It seemed Dottie was telling the truth.
Although her story appeared flawless, Isabella knew she would need to confirm it herself.
Isabella asked, “What’s the situation within the Serpentine Palers lately?”
Jared responded, “Howard’s new weapon is nearing completion, or so the people in Serpentine Palers believe.”
Isabella pressed further. “What are they planning to do with the weapon?”
Jared explained, “The financial groups in Aswil are very united. They want the king’s brother to take the throne, but they’re wary of failure. If negotiations fall through, they’re prepared to use this weapon to intimidate others. This new weapon bypasses security checks, is cleverly engineered, and has powerful explosive capabilities. However, Howard has embedded his own chip in every weapon. If he chooses, he can render them useless. Moreover, he’s developing a bomb capable of annihilating the entire Serpentine Palers.”
Isabella felt a flicker of emotion at the mention of Howard’s plans.
Jared continued, “This information comes straight from our undercover agents. Wow, Howard is a genius. Boss, do you think I could meet him?”
Isabella replied, “Once everything is settled.”
“Alright. By the way, how are you?”
Isabella briefly explained the situation.
The palace was hauntingly quiet, its silence unsettling even during the day. Guards were heavily stationed, and despite its opulence, the place felt as cold and unwelcoming as a mausoleum.
In the following days, Isabella dedicated herself fully to treating Dottie.
Initially, Babette was cautious around Isabella, but as she witnessed Isabella’s tireless efforts to help Dottie, she became deeply moved. Babette frequently gifted Isabella precious supplements and constantly reminded her to take care of herself.
“Have you been sleeping well lately?” Babette asked with concern, noticing the faint exhaustion on Isabella’s face.
Isabella nodded, but Waylon interjected, “She’s barely slept—maybe two hours a night before getting up to prepare the medicine again.”
“You…” Babette’s voice was filled with both sympathy and gratitude. “I’ll make sure Dottie properly thanks you. If you need anything, just let me know.”
Isabella smiled softly. “The princess’s recovery is our top priority.”
As hoped, Dottie’s condition improved daily. Her eyes began to hold a new depth and wisdom. In addition to taking her medicine, she spent her days immersed in study.
Finally, Isabella was able to breathe a sigh of relief.
Dottie’s learning ability astonished Waylon. In just a few days, she had completed several books—all in foreign languages that even someone as well-traveled as Waylon found challenging to comprehend.
Waylon was in disbelief. Casting a glance at his sister, he couldn’t help but wonder—were women simply smarter than men? In the kitchen, Isabella was diligently preparing medicine.
Once she finished, she’d finally be able to grant herself the much-needed rest she had longed for. As this thought crossed her mind, she leaned back against the wall. Before she realized it, she slipped into a gentle slumber.
She had been burning the candle at both ends lately, and just as she was about to collapse, she felt herself enveloped in a familiar, comforting embrace. Isabella’s eyes fluttered open to find a face of striking handsomeness.
The man’s features were chiseled and sharp, his hair slicked back, revealing a broad, unblemished forehead. He exuded an air of both arrogance and nobility. A faint hint of cologne lingered around him.
“Andrew…”
An unusual tightness gripped Isabella’s throat. She lifted her hand to caress Andrew’s face, but his expression remained stoic as he gently held her in his arms.
Sleep soon reclaimed Isabella, her hand dropping.
“Isabella!”
The abrupt shout jolted her awake. She blinked, momentarily dazed, and looked up to find Waylon standing there.
Confusion clouded her gaze—where had Andrew gone?
“What are you looking for?” Waylon asked.
“Andrew…” Isabella’s voice trailed off. Then, it dawned on her—Andrew had lost his memory; it was impossible for him to be here, let alone hold her while she slept. It must have been a dream.
Remembering the medicine, she sprang up, but Waylon quickly reassured her, “I noticed you usually let it brew for four hours, but when you didn’t come out this time, I came in. I found you on the floor and turned off the stove. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Thank you,” Isabella replied with a gentle smile. She handed the finished medicine to Ramon.
“I’m really exhausted,” she admitted to Waylon.
“Then you need to rest. Dottie’s condition is improving every day. I think she’ll be fully recovered soon,” Waylon said, his voice filled with genuine concern.
“Alright,” Isabella replied.
She made her way upstairs to rest, falling asleep almost the moment her head touched the pillow. Meanwhile, Ramon slipped through a hidden path and returned to Dottie’s place.
From a distance, a pair of watchful eyes followed his every step.
In her grand residence, Savannah was practicing her etiquette when a breathless servant rushed in.
“What is it?” Savannah asked, not pausing in her practice.
“Princess Savannah, it appears that Dottie has truly returned. I’ve seen Ramon making frequent visits to that secluded house recently,” the servant reported.
“Did you see Dottie?” Savannah inquired.
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