Chapter 686

Chapter 686:

Unmoved, the security guard responded, “Apologies, but this area is off-limits at the moment.”

“You imbecile, I am Patty Hunt!”

The Hunt family name was one of the top aristocratic families in Aswil. No one would dare stop them anywhere.

The security guard remained calm. “Miss Hunt, I know who you are, but the queen has given strict orders not to let anyone in.”

Patty was stunned.

The queen?

What could possibly be the reason behind this decision? Was something unusual happening?

With no other option, Patty conceded. It was clear that Madisyn and Waylon were likely not inside either. She quickly ordered her team, “Find out where that woman and Waylon have gone!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Meanwhile, Madisyn and Waylon had made their way back to the palace.

Waylon was a bit taken aback as he looked at the grand, majestic estate.

Soon, the group arrived at a secluded villa.

Ramon led Madisyn and Waylon inside. Babette, who had been waiting in the living room, stood up from the sofa. She looked at Madisyn gently and said, “Hello, Miss Johns.” Babette’s warm gaze and gentle demeanor moved Madisyn. She politely replied, “Hello, Your Majesty.”

Waylon, following behind Madisyn, also greeted Babette, and Babette nodded at him in response. She then turned her attention back to Madisyn and said admiringly, “I didn’t expect you to know medicine. You’re as impressive as your brother.” She paused and sighed softly. “Dottie is already asleep. I’ll take you to her room.”

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Ever since Dottie had fallen ill, Babette had been unable to sleep well at night. She was always filled with worry for Dottie. As they walked, she spoke in a faltering tone. “I’ve spoken to every renowned doctor I could find, but none have been able to help Dottie.”

Now that there was a glimmer of hope, she wouldn’t let it slip away.

They reached Dottie Wilson’s room, and Babette opened the door. They entered.

The room was decorated with a reserved elegance, dominated by shades of black, white, and gray—an unusual choice for a woman.

When Babette noticed Madisyn’s surprised expression, she spoke nostalgically. “Dottie has always been calm and composed. She knew she carried the weight of the entire nation on her shoulders, so she never dared slack off. She said this style helps her think clearly.” Dottie’s determination and hard work had surpassed countless others.

She had once been the hope of the royal family, and even of the nation.

Madisyn’s gaze was fixed on the bed, where Dottie lay with her eyes closed.

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