Chapter 715

Chapter 715:

“Doesn’t it hurt?” the doctor asked, curious if Madisyn was somehow immune to pain.

“It does,” she replied, her expression unflinching.

Waylon watched her, his heart heavy with distress at Madisyn’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?” Madisyn 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.

Madisyn 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 Madisyn’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,” Madisyn 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.

Madisyn 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 Madisyn 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!”

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“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.

If it were up to Babette or Yolanda, she knew she wouldn’t be subjected to such harsh punishment.

Growing impatient with her protests, the guard shoved her aside and slammed the cell door with a resounding clang.

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