Chapter 691

Chapter 691:

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…” Madisyn’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,” Madisyn 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,” Madisyn 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.

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“Did you see Dottie?” Savannah inquired.

“No, the area around her house is heavily guarded, so I couldn’t get close. But Ramon seemed to be delivering something—something that resembles medicine,” the servant added.

Savannah’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. The last time Dottie had ventured out to enjoy herself, Savannah had orchestrated her kidnapping, sending her to Serpentine Palers for torture. Yet, Dottie’s resilience had been remarkable, enabling her to escape.

“Humph… So what if she’s back? Her mother is still exhausting every possible method to heal her, but it’s all proving futile,” Savannah said with disdain. “Since Dottie has returned, I suppose I should pay her a visit.”

With a calculating smile, Savannah adjusted her attire. Though she was convinced that Dottie could never fully recover, she still felt compelled to see it for herself. Savannah made her way to the secluded house where Dottie was staying. As the guards were about to inform the queen and Dottie, Savannah spoke in a stern voice, “Do I need permission to see my own cousin? Don’t startle her; I’ll go in directly.”

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