Chapter 1411

Chapter 1411 Subtle Challenges

"I'm tired today."

"Do you want to offend me then?"

Olivia chuckled. "Your Highness, with your stature, I don't think I could offend you with such a small

matter, could I?"

Beatrix knew that Olivia was not speaking sincerely. She snorted and said, "Spare me the flattery.

Albert must have paid you handsomely for this consultation. Remember, whether you'll receive that fee

depends solely on my word!"

Olivia smiled with a hint of resignation. Perhaps such a threat might work on other doctors, but can it

indeed intimidate me?

She casually glanced around and then pointed her finger toward the window. "Do you think that bird on

that branch is feeling afraid?"

Beatrix had never heard of such a philosophical story from Criecia.

She didn't understand what Olivia meant and followed the direction of her pointing finger to look

outside.

On a tree outside, a bird was perched on a thin branch, swaying as if it could fall at any moment.

She frowned. What did Olivia mean?

Wasn't I just threatening her? What does it have to do with this bird?

Observing Beatrix's puzzled expression, Olivia decided not to wait for understanding to dawn. She

explained, "It isn't afraid because its reliance isn't on the branch beneath its feet but on its wings!"

Beatrix still appeared perplexed as she stared at the bird outside, still not understanding.

Olivia didn't wait for her to understand and politely said, "Your Highness, please excuse us. We're truly

exhausted and in need of some rest."

After speaking, she went upstairs with Eugene.

The two guards looked at each other, unsure whether they should stop them.

Seeing that Beatrix remained silent, they hesitated, ultimately opting not to intervene.

In the meantime, Beatrix was gradually connecting the dots. Moments ago, she had threatened Olivia

that unless she allowed Olivia to treat her, Olivia wouldn't be able to earn the substantial consultation

fee they had provided. Then, Olivia mentioned that the bird relied not on the branch but on its wings.

Olivia was implying that she wasn't afraid of her threats because she relied on her own abilities!

After understanding this, Beatrix felt even more embarrassed.

Olivia was subtly challenging me!

D*mn it.

How despicable!

Does Olivia think I can't do anything to her?

Just a doctor who thinks highly of herself. I must take action so she knows her place.

Thinking of this, she angrily stood up from the couch and coincidentally met Albert at the door, who had

just returned.

He walked quickly, seemingly in a rush.

In just a few steps, he reached her and said, "Beatrix."

"Where did you find the doctor?"

Albert smiled. "In Criecia. What's wrong?"

As he spoke, he glanced inside and didn't see Olivia and the others.

Seeing Beatrix's frustrated expression, he immediately grasped the situation. Most likely, Beatrix had

been put in her place.

Very well!

He felt a slight relief in his heart.

Beatrix remarked, "That self-proclaimed genius doctor you mentioned isn't very skilled, but she sure

has a temper. I asked her to examine me, but she refused. With such limited medical abilities, does she

truly deserve the title of genius doctor? Are you still considering having her treat Godmother?" Albert

furrowed his brow, countering, "Miss Maxwell possesses excellent medical skills, and she seldom

treats patients these days."

Beatrix snorted, "I think she's just bluffing. I refuse to allow her to treat Godmother. I'm heading to see

Queen Alice about this immediately." With that declaration, she stormed off.

As he watched her departing figure, Albert suppressed the anger brewing within him and refrained from

stopping her.

After all, Alice wouldn't listen to him.

Upon entering the house, the steward immediately came forward and greeted him.

"Mr. Bleu!"

Albert furrowed his brows. "What did Beatrix say here just now?"

The steward didn't hide or exaggerate anything and repeated precisely what Beatrix had said to Olivia

and the others.

After listening, Albert surprisingly felt happy and relieved.

A faint smile appeared on his lips. "Mr. Nolan and Miss Maxwell are honored guests in our household.

We must protect them when necessary."

The steward responded, "Yes, Mr. Bleu!"