Chapter 682

Chapter 682:

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 Madisyn one final, fierce glance.

Although they were gone, Madisyn didn’t let her guard down. Her eyes remained fixed on Babette vigilantly. Babette approached Madisyn and, in a softer tone, said, “You need to leave quickly.”

Madisyn 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 Madisyn’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?” Madisyn 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.”

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“No, we can’t. Going to the hospital will only draw attention,” Madisyn said, her voice strained but firm.

“Unwanted attention,” Madisyn refused the idea despite the exhaustion setting in. “It’s really not that bad. Just take me back to the hotel.”

Seeing Madisyn’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 Johns.”

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