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Yolanda rushed to the window, her heart pounding. Only when she saw them land safely did she exhale a shaky breath of relief, grateful that Savannah had made it through.
But her relief quickly shifted to horror as she took in Savannah’s condition—her clothes were smeared with blood, stark evidence of the brutal lashings she had endured.
Yolanda could hardly breathe.
Her beloved daughter, her princess, had never endured anything so cruel in her life.
“Andrew Klein!” Yolanda shouted, her voice full of raw anger.
“Get a car ready for me right now, or she’s dead,” Andrew demanded, his voice chillingly calm. His striking features took on a sinister edge, making him appear even more threatening.
Yolanda clenched her teeth, a fierce desire to end Andrew herself battling with the helplessness of knowing he still had Savannah at his mercy.
“Ah! Mom, help me!” Savannah cried out.
Andrew’s dagger pressed against Savannah’s neck, bringing her closer to death than she had ever felt before. Wide-eyed with terror, she looked straight at Yolanda, desperate for help.
Yolanda’s heart shattered at the sight.
This was her cherished daughter, a princess of Aswil, yet now she stood there, looking utterly helpless and broken.
“Fine, I’ll arrange it,” Yolanda replied, knowing that the quicker she ended this nightmare, the better. They couldn’t risk anyone else witnessing Savannah’s humiliation—it would destroy her completely.
The car was ready in record time, and Andrew quickly guided Savannah inside. “Once we’re safely out of reach, I’ll release her. But if anyone even attempts to follow us, she’s dead.”
Those words erased any remaining urge in Yolanda to follow after them.
Andrew had long been known for his cold, merciless reputation. When he threatened Savannah, everyone knew he would follow through.
Yolanda stood helpless, watching the car pull away, a bitter mix of sorrow and regret twisting in her chest. Savannah’s once-refined, graceful persona had now been completely destroyed.
But perhaps even more troubling was the fact that Andrew would now carry a lasting grudge against her.
Yolanda’s heart sank as she reflected on her initial scheming against Andrew, realizing how those choices had led to this heartbreaking disaster.
“Yolanda, we need to have a serious conversation.”
The calm yet commanding voice from behind made Yolanda turn to see Babette, her expression like winter chill. Yolanda felt her heart sink even further.
“Babette, what is it that you want to discuss with me?” Yolanda asked, already fearing the answer.
“You insisted that Savannah and Andrew were deeply in love,” Babette began, her tone chilling. “But clearly, that’s not the case. Our laws are strict when it comes to dishonesty and deceit, especially within the royal family.”
“I didn’t engage in any dishonest or deceitful actions!” Yolanda snapped back instantly. “Savannah was the one who got deceived. Andrew filled her head with sweet words, and she trusted him—never imagining he’d take advantage of her innocent feelings.”
Waylon, clearly amused, interjected, “Mrs. Wilson, what could Andrew possibly gain from deceiving Savannah?”
“Savannah’s a princess! There’s so much he could gain from this!” Yolanda retorted, glaring at Waylon. “And just who are you, anyway? Why are you here?”
“He’s here as my guest,” Babette answered coldly.
Yolanda, realizing it was wiser to stay quiet, held her tongue.
Patty, who had been watching everything unfold, stood in stunned silence. She never could have imagined that Savannah’s engagement party would devolve into such a disaster.
It was unbelievable! Savannah, always so dignified and elegant, now found her reputation in tatters.
And yet, despite everything, Patty felt no pity—only a faint, smug satisfaction. Ha! Savannah had always carried herself so arrogantly. Would she still wear that smug face after all of this?
“By the way, what happened to you?” Babette asked, her gaze shifting to Isabella with a touch of concern.
Isabella replied calmly, “It seems Patty has an issue with me. I was abducted in the restroom and woke up to find myself beaten.”
“What?” Patty exclaimed, her voice rising in alarm. “It was Savannah who beat you, not me.”
As soon as the words left her lips, Patty realized her mistake, and she was met with a sea of stunned stares. She stumbled, trying to correct herself. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“How did you know it was Savannah who beat me up?” Isabella asked, her tone unwavering. “Patty, you’ve never hidden your disdain for me. Why are you pinning this on Savannah?”
Patty felt her chest tighten with frustration, teetering on the edge of losing control. It wasn’t her! She couldn’t understand why Savannah would kidnap Isabella, but she assumed Isabella must have provoked her in some way. Meanwhile, Yolanda shot Patty a sharp, warning look.
With a clenched jaw, Patty muttered, “I was just… joking.”
“You were just joking?” Isabella shot back, her voice tinged with accusation. “To cover up your own misdeeds, you framed your cousin. Not only did you kidnap me, but you also dragged Princess Savannah’s name through the mud!”
Patty opened her mouth, but no words came out. “Patty, you’ve really made a mistake this time,” Yolanda said, her tone firm. “Someone, take her away.”
Turning her attention to Isabella, Yolanda added, “I sincerely apologize for this. I promise she will face the consequences she deserves.”
Isabella’s lips curled into a sneer. She knew that removing Patty was Yolanda’s way of protecting her. “Perhaps it would be better for the queen to handle this,” Isabella suggested, her tone dripping with mockery. “Everyone knows about your connection to Patty. If you go easy on her, people will think you’re biased towards your niece, and that won’t reflect well on your reputation, will it?”
Her logic was irrefutable.
Yolanda watched helplessly as Babette’s men escorted Patty away. A wave of dizziness swept over her. Why was everything spiraling out of control today?
She caught a glimpse of Isabella, who, despite her youth, radiated a sharp intellect. This was no ordinary woman! Yet, Yolanda had no time to dwell on Patty’s fate. She had to find Savannah and quickly made her exit.
Babette, her expression clouded with concern, examined Isabella’s injuries. “Did Savannah really hit you?”
“Yes, to lure Andrew out,” Isabella replied, her voice steady.
“I’ll have a doctor attend to your injuries and ensure you receive the best care,” Babette said, guiding Isabella back to her place and summoning a physician immediately.
As the doctor tended to Isabella’s wounds, she remained silent, her composure both impressive and unsettling.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” the doctor asked, curious if Isabella was somehow immune to pain.
“It does,” she replied, her expression unflinching.
Waylon watched her, his heart heavy with distress at Isabella’s suffering, and his anger toward Andrew burned fiercer than ever. Gently holding her, he felt his eyes sting with unshed tears. “That damned Andrew! I won’t let him get away with this!”
“But he avenged me, didn’t you see?” Isabella tried to soothe him. “He hurt Savannah even worse than I was.”
“But you should never have been hurt in the first place!” Waylon’s voice quivered with raw emotion. After all, she was his cherished sister.
Isabella managed a faint smile. “Andrew got away smoothly this time, which tells me he must have planned this meticulously. Consider my injuries a minor sacrifice for something greater. I believe Andrew has more up his sleeve. He’ll definitely find a way to prevent Savannah’s father from seizing the throne.”
Waylon felt the urge to argue that Isabella’s safety was the only thing that truly mattered. Yet, the fierce determination shining in her eyes made him realize he was being shortsighted.
With a heavy sigh, he resigned himself to her resolve. “Alright, I wish I could bear your pain instead,” Waylon murmured, his voice heavy with despair.
“I’m fine, really. It’s just some minor injuries. I’ve faced much worse,” Isabella reassured him, though her attempt at comfort only deepened Waylon’s unease.
“You’ve endured so much already. Now that you’re finally back with us, it’s my duty as your brother to protect you. I can’t believe I let you get hurt again. I’ve truly failed you!” His hand rose instinctively, as if to strike himself in frustration.
Isabella quickly grasped his wrist. “Alright, alright, I’m okay now.”
Babette observed their interaction in silence before turning to issue orders to her subordinates.
Meanwhile, Patty was being led toward a holding cell. She had originally planned to bring Isabella and Waylon there during the engagement ceremony, but now she found herself trapped behind bars.
The sight of the bleak chamber, filled with various instruments of punishment, sent a tremor through Patty’s legs. She spun around, desperation lacing her voice. “I’m the princess’s cousin! I demand to see the queen! I need to speak with Aunt Yolanda!”
“Miss Hunt, we’re merely following orders,” a guard replied, his expression as cold as stone. “You are a relative of the royal family, yet your actions have caused harm. The punishment must be severe to maintain order and harmony within the kingdom.”
Patty understood the royal family’s rules, yet they often felt like mere formalities. Members of the royal family typically escaped real consequences for their actions!
“No! You have no right to treat me like this! I want to see the queen and Aunt Yolanda. I must speak with them!” she said stubbornly, convinced the guards were being unreasonable.
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