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“It’s nothing,” Andrew replied, shaking his head.
Despite his reassurance, Babette summoned a doctor anyway. The doctor entered, her face obscured by a veil, but her calm, graceful presence was unmistakable. Andrew felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over him.
“I found this doctor abroad. She’s highly skilled. Please lie down and let her examine you,” Babette suggested.
Andrew glanced at her but didn’t object, lying down on the mat as instructed. Isabella, the doctor, took out her silver needles, carefully inserting them into specific points on Andrew’s head.
Before long, Andrew drifted into a deep sleep.
Sitting quietly, Isabella said, “He’s indeed had part of his memory replaced with false ones by a skilled hypnotherapist.”
“This is unacceptable! Savannah has gone too far!” Babette, who was rarely angered, was visibly upset.
She looked at Isabella, her trust in her having deepened after Dottie’s recovery. “Is there any way to help him now?”
Isabella remained silent for a few moments. “I can try.”
She finally said, though even she couldn’t guarantee success. The hypnosis was intricate and difficult to unravel.
Babette, aware of the history between Isabella and Andrew, couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy. “Alright, you can treat him here. With me around, I can ensure he visits more often.”
Isabella nodded. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”
“There’s no need to thank me. You saved Dottie, and I haven’t even properly thanked you yet,” Babette said, gratitude shining in her eyes.
An hour later, Andrew woke up. The doctor was gone, yet for some reason, he felt a sense of disappointment.
“Mr. Klein, are you feeling better?” Babette inquired.
“Yes, after that nap, I feel much better. Your doctor is indeed very skilled,” Andrew replied.
“Then you should go back and get some rest,” she suggested.
When Andrew returned to his room, he sat at his desk, absentmindedly staring at the ring on his finger. A hollow ache gnawed at him, as if he had forgotten someone—someone important.
And that person… Who was it?
A sharp pain shot through his chest, so intense that he clutched at his heart, as though it were being torn apart. He forced the ache down, but when he glanced at the mirror, he was startled to see tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
The next day, Babette found another reason to summon Andrew, giving Isabella a chance to treat him again. Though they loved each other deeply, Isabella had to wear a veil in front of him.
“Tomorrow is the engagement ceremony. Will Andrew regain his memory by then?” Babette asked.
Isabella gazed at the sleeping Andrew, her delicate hand brushing lightly across his face. Her eyes were filled with an ache that seemed endless.
“I don’t know,” she replied softly.
“Perhaps we should find a way to disrupt the engagement ceremony,” Babette suggested. Her gentle elegance was momentarily overshadowed by a firm resolve.
“What do you have in mind, Your Majesty?” Isabella inquired.
“If the bride doesn’t show up, the ceremony can’t proceed,” Babette replied calmly.
Isabella was briefly stunned, taken aback by Babette’s decisiveness.
“I hope he regains some of his memory this time,” she murmured.
Babette nodded, her tone steady. “I hope so too.” Neither of them noticed Andrew’s eyelashes flutter faintly as they spoke.
When their conversation ended, they both turned their eyes toward him, their expressions more serious than before. His recovery wasn’t just important for his relationship with Isabella—it was crucial for the safety of both nations as well.
Minutes ticked by slowly, and at last, Andrew began to stir, waking to the soft, lingering scent of sandalwood. “How are you feeling?” Babette asked, her eyes studying him closely.
“I feel great,” Andrew replied with a smile, his gaze settling on Isabella. This time, she hadn’t disappeared. He looked at her with an intensity that was anything but the blank stare of a stranger.
His eyes, deep and searching, seemed to recognize her, causing both Isabella’s and Babette’s hearts to skip a beat.
Had they succeeded?
Had Andrew finally regained his memory?
“And who might this be?” Andrew asked.
Isabella, holding back the surge of emotions within, slowly lifted her veil.
Her breathtaking beauty was revealed, and a flicker of surprise passed through Andrew’s eyes. That fleeting reaction sent a wave of excitement through both Isabella and Babette.
It seemed Andrew had truly regained his memory!
“Your Majesty, I didn’t expect your doctor to be so captivating,” Andrew remarked, a hint of a smile curving his lips.
Babette and Isabella exchanged a surprised look. “Hey…” Babette was the first to speak. “Andrew… doesn’t she seem familiar to you?”
Andrew’s gaze lingered on Isabella. “She does seem a bit familiar,” he admitted, his voice thoughtful.
“Look closer,” Babette said softly.
Isabella’s expression remained calm, though her eyes held secrets, like a deep, unbroken lake, waiting for someone daring enough to stir its depths.
Andrew’s smile turned wry. “Maybe I just find all beautiful faces familiar.” A quiet tension fell over them.
How had Andrew become so flirtatious now that his true memories were gone?
“Our doctor is indeed quite beautiful,” Babette observed with a smile, watching the exchange between Andrew and Isabella.
“Well, I’ll be on my way!” Andrew glanced at his watch, nodding to himself. “Tomorrow’s the engagement—I should head to the venue for a check-up.”
“Alright,” Babette murmured, watching as he left without looking back.
Once he was gone, she turned to Isabella, her face shadowed with worry.
Isabella’s expression remained calm, and her voice steady. “I’ll just keep trying,” she replied. “But aren’t you… hurt?”
“Of course I am,” Isabella replied softly. “But sadness won’t help now. If this attempt fails, I’ll find another way. I have faith that before the wedding, he’ll remember.”
“Before the wedding… but the inauguration is next month.” Babette’s eyes widened in concern.
“I’ll figure something out,” Isabella said.
With that, she turned and left, her steps measured and composed. Yet, secretly, she clenched her fists. Babette watched her go, sighing.
Isabella didn’t return to her room. Instead, she wandered through the garden under the quiet evening sky.
Wearing a veil, Isabella watched from a distance as Andrew oversaw the workers preparing for the engagement. The lawn, a sea of flowers, was a whimsical, almost unreal sight—straight out of a fairy tale.
Lost in her thoughts, she observed in silence, unnoticed by Andrew, who was engrossed in his tasks.
“Feeling heartbroken?” came a voice from behind, dripping with mockery.
Isabella turned slightly to see Savannah approaching, dressed in a lavish gown that glittered under the lights. Although Isabella wore a veil, Savannah’s recent probing had already confirmed her identity.
Unfazed, Isabella replied evenly, “Ill-gotten gains have a habit of slipping away.”
Savannah let out a dismissive laugh. “That sounds like something the poor say to make themselves feel better. Isabella, don’t tell me you’ve joined their ranks.”
“The poor?” Isabella’s gaze turned sharp. “So, you look down on those with less?”
Savannah’s eyes flashed with impatience. As a royal, she was expected to be benevolent, to care for all her subjects. But her true thoughts were unmistakable. She despised the poor.
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