Chapter 717

Chapter 717:

Once inside Savannah’s room, Yolanda slapped her sharply across the face.

“Mom, you’re hitting me now?” Savannah covered her face, her eyes filled with tears.

“What were you thinking?” Yolanda’s voice was full of frustration. “Do you even realize what people are saying about you now? Everything you’ve worked so hard for has been ruined by that man!”

Yolanda continued, “I care about you, but your father’s career matters more. Can’t you see how serious your mistake was this time?”

Savannah remained silent. She knew that her actions would affect her father’s career.

She quietly wept.

After a moment of anger, Yolanda sighed. “What happened? Didn’t you say the hypnotist replaced Andrew’s memories?”

“Yes,” Savannah answered, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t know why Andrew suddenly changed. I’ll ask the hypnotist later.”

“There’s no time for that,” Yolanda replied impatiently. “We need to get rid of the hypnotist now to protect our secret.”

Yolanda paused and then said, “I’ll call the doctor to treat your wounds. After that, you need to apologize to your father.”

“Alright,” Savannah murmured, her head bowed, her eyes hidden beneath her hair.

Yolanda added, “Don’t be too heartbroken. Even though we couldn’t gain control over the Klein family, we still have an ace up our sleeve in Lorpond.”

The news of Savannah’s return quickly spread throughout the palace. Meanwhile, Madisyn was completing Dottie’s final treatment.

The last traces of poison left Dottie’s body, and she was fully healed.

With a calm, ocean-like gaze, Dottie extended her hand and caught a bird flying by. The bird let out a frantic cry in her grasp.

Waylon stood a short distance away, completely stunned. He hadn’t even seen how Dottie made her move.

It honestly felt unfair to him—there had to be something in those female genes that gave them an edge over men! Dottie slowly opened her hand, and the terrified bird, sensing its release, flapped its wings in a frantic rush to escape.

Madisyn glanced at Dottie with admiration. Dottie possessed incredible strength but never misused it against the innocent. She carried herself with the regal air of someone destined to lead.

“You’ve fully recovered. Congratulations. We’ll be leaving now,” Madisyn said.

Dottie gazed at Madisyn, a flicker of reluctance in her eyes. “Madisyn, you could stay a few more days.”

“I have things I need to take care of,” Madisyn replied.

Dottie didn’t press further, sensing the sadness that lingered behind Madisyn’s composed exterior. She knew from her mother about Madisyn’s situation and understood. With quiet determination, Dottie promised, “When I claim the throne, I’ll make sure justice is served for you.”

Madisyn gave a gentle smile. “Alright, thank you.”

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