Ch. 1791..1800
Chapter 1791 Grabbed By The Arm
Gordon was outraged when he saw that. He wanted to scold her and sue her for it, but Sean dragged him aside before he could say anything.
“She already stole Mr. Lindberg's first kiss at the hot spring. This is the second time!” Sean said. “Was he not mad at her?” Gordon protested angrily.
"He was. That's why I kicked her out the next day, but then... Well, you know the rest.” Sean shrugged helplessly.
“I bet Mr. Lindberg got seduced by her because he has never been with women. Looks like we'll have to get him some experience in that field!” Gordon said with his fists clenched.
"Hey, don't go doing anything crazy now!” Sean shouted with his eyes wide.
“Let's not talk about this for now. Everything can wait until Mr. Lindberg wakes up,” Gordon said. “Yeah. His treatment takes priority right now.” Sean nodded.
“His fever has subsided.” Kerrie held the thermometer up for them to see after taking Danrique’s temperature.
"Oh, that's good to hear!”
Both of them breathed sighs of relief upon hearing that. Looks like Dr. Felch does have some skill, after all!
Francesca's eyes lit up when she noticed the black and gold cross necklace underneath the pillow. She was racking her brain trying to get it back, but it seemed luck was on her side this time. “You guys can go get some rest. I'll take care of things here.”
Gordon objected to it right away. “No, we have to stay here and watch over Mr. Lindberg. If anything happens—"
Francesca cut him off, “Nothing is going to happen to him. The medication will keep his fever from burning up again. Even if his temperature doesn't go down by itself, it won't exceed a hundred and two degrees because I'll bring it down through physical means.”
“But...”
Francesca frowned. “Geez, you're so annoying! Mr. Lindberg needs some peace and quiet!”
Sean quickly stepped forward to defuse the situation. “Let's go wait in the study room, then. That way, we won't disturb Mr. Lindberg, and you can just call out to us if anything happens.”
They won't be able to see anything from the study room, so it should be fine.
With that in mind, Francesca replied, “Sure thing. You should get some rest too, Kerrie. Just leave me with some wet towels and a pot of warm water.”
“But...” Kerrie flashed Sean an uncertain look.
“Go on, then.” Sean nodded at her.
Having received her orders, Kerrie then prepared the stuff as told and left the room.
Francesca checked Danrique’s temperature one more time before lying down on the sofa. “Well? What are you guys still standing here for?”
“You'd better make sure to keep a close eye on Mr. Lindberg's temperature, you hear?” Gordon instructed worriedly.
"Oh, I'm a lot more worried about his well-being than you guys are! I know you guys will kill me if anything happens to him,” Francesca replied lazily while yawning.
With no other choice, Sean and Gordon could only retreat to the study room and continue observing from there.
“Don’t worry. It'll be fine. She knows her life is on the line here, so she'll definitely take good care of Mr. Lindberg,” Sean reassured him.
“That may be true, but her life is nothing compared to Mr. Lindberg’s! She could die a hundred times over and it still wouldn't be enough! Have you forgotten about the suicidal assassin who tried to take his life before? The assassin would rather die than expose the mastermind behind the operation!” Gordon protested angrily.
"She doesn't strike me as an assassin, though. I doubt an assassin would be that obsessed with money, possess superb driving skills, and be able to tame animals like her.”
“That's hard to say. We should still be extra careful.”
“You got that right!”
Francesca could hear them talking softly in the study room, but she wasn't in the least bit interested in what they were saying. All she cared about was getting her hands on that necklace.
She was waiting for them to fall asleep on the sofa so she could make her move, but an hour had passed with both of them still on high alert.
Unable to wait any longer, Francesca got up and took the necklace while checking Danrique’s temperature. She was about to stuff it into her pocket when someone grabbed hold of her arm.
Chapter 1792 Getting A Little Nosy
Francesca tensed up from the shock and turned around, only to see that Danrique had woken up. “I-l was just...”
She desperately tried to explain herself, but Danrique cut her off, “Water...”
Feeling relieved that he didn't realize what she did, Francesca quickly put the necklace back and poured him a glass of water.
“Is Mr. Lindberg awake?” Gordon asked when he came in and saw her feeding him some water. “He has regained a bit of consciousness, but still quite groggy at the moment,” Francesca replied while eyeing the necklace.
Good thing I didn't take it with me, or these guys would surely notice and think I'm trying to steal from Danrique! Oh, well... I'll just have to try again some other time...
“Is he still having a fever?” Gordon asked worriedly.
“It won't subside so soon. I think it'll be morning before it goes down,” Francesca said after placing her hand on Danrique’s forehead.
Gordon stared at Danrique with a pained look on his face. “This is the first time I've seen Mr. Lindberg fall sick in so many years. I used to think he was ridiculously strong and tough.” “Everyone falls sick at some point. Still, he got sick because he was bitten by his own pet snake, so he kind of brought this upon himself,” Francesca mentioned casually.
Gordon got furious when he heard that. “How could you say that? What do you mean he brought this upon himself?”
"Why would he keep a venomous snake as a pet? I bet he was trying to poison someone with its venom, wasn't he?” Francesca snapped back at him.
"You..."
"Also, it wasn't exactly very nice of him to keep the beasts with the intention of using them like tools.”
Francesca felt extremely conflicted when she recalled Danrique chasing the Mafia off with the wolves
Although it was fine to summon the wolves for self-defense, the sight of the bodies lying everywhere still shook her to the core.
"What do you know? Mr. Lindberg only kept those beasts as pets because—"
"Gordon! The sun is going to be up soon. You should get some rest,” Sean cut him off and tried to change the topic.
Gordon shot Francesca a furious glare, but turned around and left anyway.
“Thank you for the hard work, Dr. Felch. You don't mind if I stay here and watch over Mr. Lindberg, do you?" Unlike Gordon, Sean had always been calm and collected in his mannerisms.
"Of course not. Make sure to keep a close eye on his temperature, then. Remember to let me know if it goes up again.” Francesca placed the glass of water down and yawned as she lay down lazily on the sofa.
“Got it.”
Sean then sat down beside the bed and looked after Danrique while Francesca tried to get some shuteye.
However, she couldn't seem to fall asleep after going through such an eventful night.
As Francesca lay there staring silently at Danrique, she suddenly realized that he looked a little familiar.
That was something she had felt ever since she met him for the first time at Casino Inferno, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.
"Why aren't you sleeping, Dr. Felch?” Sean asked softly.
“I can't fall asleep. By the way, have you guys been to Zarain before?” Francesca asked.
"Of course we have. We go there every year,” Sean replied.
"You guys have business there?” Francesca pressed on.
“We have yet to enter Zarain's market, so we don't have any business there. We just follow Mr. Lindberg whenever he makes personal trips there to take care of some private affairs,” Sean said casually.
They were actually there to look for someone.
While being pursued by his enemies in Zarain seven years ago, Danrique came across a girl who was as sweet as an angel.
After getting himself to safety, he started having his men look for her.
Six months ago, he went looking for his cousin twice in Zarain after hearing that his aunt's daughter might still be alive.
"What kind of private affairs are we talking about here?” Francesca asked.
Sean stared at her. “I'm not at liberty to disclose that. You seem to be awfully interested in Mr. Lindberg's affairs, Dr. Felch.”
“I was just curious, that's all.”
Francesca stopped asking any further when she knew she wouldn't get the answers she wanted.
Chapter 1793 Cece
Being the alert man he was, Sean felt something off about this woman.
Yet, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
Casting his thoughts aside, he returned to Danrique, only to find the latter sweating profusely. “Dr. Felch! Come take a look. What's wrong with Mr. Lindberg? Why is he sweating so much?” Francesca glanced over. “It means his fever's starting to subside,” she said nonchalantly. “Give him a wipe and change the sheets.”
“Thank goodness.” Overjoyed, Sean hurriedly summoned someone over.
"Why do you have to get someone else to do this? Can't you do it yourself?” Francesca asked, curious.
“I have to get the nurse to wipe Mr. Lindberg down and change his clothes. Mr. Lindberg doesn’t like other men touching him,” Sean explained
"Oh?" Francesca nodded. “So he’s not gay.”
“Ugh...” Sean stilled briefly. Did she think he was gay?
"Well, now that his temperature’s lowering, there's not much else I need to do.”
Francesca yawned and rubbed her eyes.
But just as the woman began to leave, Danrique suddenly let out a murmur. “Cece...”
Francesca stopped in her tracks and felt her chest tighten.
That sounds so familiar and intimate. It's as if...
A mix of emotions swirled within her as she turned around to face Danrique.
“Hello, Master Felch.”
At that very moment, two nurses and maids walked in and greeted Francesca before tending to Danrique and changing his sheets.
“Use a hot towel. Mr. Lindberg’s sweating a lot,” Sean instructed on the side. “Be careful not to touch his wound. Give him a bathrobe instead of clothes.”
Everyone began to get busy and left Francesca alone.
The woman glanced at Danrique once more before leaving
Yet, she couldn't stop pondering over why that nickname gave her such a strange feeling.
Who on earth is Cece?
Francesca's head hurt as she returned to her room, and she went to sleep after having some breakfast sent over by a maid.
It wasn't long until she drifted off and began to dream.
Inside the dream, there was a young lady in a white dress running barefoot on a field.
She had a radiant smile, and the sounds of her laughter resonated across the field as birds and butterflies fluttered around her.
Standing not far off was a tall figure who seemed to be watching the woman with his lips curved upward.
The sun rays bathed down on him, making him look divine.
She sped toward him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his face.
Yet, the dazzling sun seemed to mask his appearance, and she just couldn't see him clearly.
She wanted to reach him, but no matter how hard she ran, it felt as though she wasn't moving at all, and he remained as far away as ever.
The same scenario played out for a long while.
Francesca eventually woke up and tried to recall her dream. The scene of a man and a woman enjoying their time together felt like fragments of her own memory.
She tried even harder to recollect her past but only ended up aggravating the injury in the back of her head.
Turning pale from the pain, she closed her eyes.
I have to wrap things up here ASAP and get a doctor to treat me.
As she was lost in thought, a knock came on the door. “Master Felch!”
"Yes?"
“Mr. Lindberg has woken up. Mr. Lowe wants you to drop by,” Kerrie said carefully.
"Okay. I'm coming.”
Francesca felt slightly irritated at the thought of how difficult her client was. I could barely sleep last night, and now, I can't even get some shut-eye?
Then again, it's not like I have a choice. He's paying me so much.
Francesca reluctantly got out of bed and washed up before dragging her feet back to Danrique’s room.
Chapter 1794 Head Out
“But Mr. Lindberg, you've had a fever all night, and you look really pale right now. How about we take care of this another time?”
“He's right, Sir. You should get some rest for now —*
“Silence!”
Francesca heard Danrique chiding Sean and Gordon as soon as she entered.
The maids and nurses stood nearby with their heads low, not daring to utter a word.
“Help me get dressed,” ordered Danrique as he attempted to leave his bed.
The nurses quickly helped him down while the maids brought his clothes over.
Sean and Gordon were extremely worried, but none of them dared defy him.
“Where are you going?” Only Francesca had the courage to speak, and she did it boldly. “You just had surgery and suffered a fever last night, and now you're heading out? I can’t guarantee you won't get an infection from your wound.”
Danrique turned to her with a darkened gaze. “What makes you think you can talk to me like that?” he asked frostily.
“I know you're a somebody. But I'm a doctor, and I treat all patients equally!” Francesca refuted with her head held high.
Danrique glared at her questioningly, his brows furrowing. You're saying I'm no different from all your other patients?
"Why are you looking at me like that?” Feeling oppressed, Francesca looked away. “It's true that you're taking a huge risk by going out in this state. Is there really anything more important than your own life?”
Ignoring her, Danrique turned around and lifted his arms so the nurses could help him get dressed. “Take her with us. Don't forget the medical kit,” he ordered Sean.
"Yes, Mr. Lindberg.” Sean nodded immediately before turning to Francesca. “You should go get ready, Dr. Felch.”
Francesca was at loss for words. She knew she wasn't going to have it easy, considering he was paying her a hundred million.
They left without even having lunch.
Taking various factors into consideration — such as her patient possibly having another fever or other injuries — Francesca brought along a bunch of medication and tools, as well as her pouch of needles.
This time, they used a Rolls-Royce limousine to cater to Danrique’s injury.
Sean, Francesca, and Kerrie sat inside the vehicle with Danrique.
Despite how grave his injury was, Danrique looked rather well as he leaned against the sofa to read a document.
Meanwhile, Francesca began to doze off.
Sean couldn't resist poking fun at her. “Dr. Felch, is it me, or are you always falling asleep whenever you're not working?”
“It's important to rest...” Feeling uncomfortable while remaining seated upright, the woman lay herself down as she spoke in a daze. “I'm going to take a nap. Don't talk to me unless it's urgent.” With that, she quickly fell into a slumber and even began to snore a little.
Sean couldn't help but chuckle. “What a simple lady. There's no way I'd believe she’s actually up to something — unless she’s that good at acting.”
Danrique merely glanced at her before continuing to read his document.
Soon, a wave of pain took over him, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
Sean immediately noticed that. “What's wrong, Mr. Lindberg? Dr. Felch! Wake up!”
Francesca jolted up in annoyance. “What is it now?”
“Mr. Lindberg’s not well. Come take a look at him.”
"Well, that's no surprise. Look at how serious that injury is.”
After checking on Danrique, Francesca snatched his document away. “Stop looking at these. You need to rest.”
"How dare you!” Danrique frowned.
“There's no use glaring at me like that. You have to lie down now, or you'll get another fever.” While speaking, the woman took a bottle of herbal concoction that she had long prepared out of the medical kit. “Drink this.”
Chapter 1795 Afraid Of Bitter Food
"You — “ “Just do it. Come, now.” Francesca began to coax the man as though she was talking to a child. “Take a nap after drinking this. You won't be able to do anything if you get another fever.” Hearing that, Danrique grabbed the concoction and began to drink it in one go. Suddenly, his brows furrowed intensely, and he wanted to spit the medicine out.
Francesca hurriedly covered his mouth and lifted his head, forcing him to swallow the concoction. “Ugh...”
Sean was dumbfounded at the sight. I've never met someone who dared do such a thing to Mr. Lindberg!
How reckless could this woman be?
Does she not fear death?
As expected, Danrique shoved the woman away furiously, and the force caused her to stagger back and crash into the sofa. “Hey! What was that for?”
Her face had turned pale due to her head's injury.
"Stay away from me,” Danrique warned while pointing a finger at her.
“Are you insane? I wouldn't even bother with you if you weren't my patient.”
This guy is crazy! He's like a bomb that explodes at any time!
Looks like I should make him beg me to treat him the next time.
“Shut your mouth.” Danrique was in so much pain that he didn’t want to argue with her. He was so annoyed by how she couldn't stop talking.
Not wanting anything to do with him either, Francesca leaned back into the sofa to continue resting. Then, Sean handed Danrique a glass of warm water along with a piece of candy. “Here you go, Mr. Lindberg.”
Danrique downed the entire glass before popping the candy in his mouth. In an instant, the creases between his eyebrows disappeared.
“You're afraid of bitter food?” Francesca was amused. “You don't fear death, but this is how you're like when you have to take something bitter?”
Danrique glared at her.
“Cut it out, Dr. Felch,” Sean whispered
With that, Francesca made a face at Danrique before resuming her nap.
Sean observed his boss’ expression, wondering if the herbal concoction helped.
Expectedly, anything Francesca gave him was effective. Danrique appeared much better than before. He looked tired, though, so he cupped his forehead with one hand and rested on the sofa.
Sean sighed with relief and remained by his side.
After God knows how long, Francesca woke up just in time to see the car enter a manor. She rubbed her eyes and sat up to gaze at the beautiful scenery outside.
They had arrived at an Epean-style castle, where the walls of the courtyard were full of roses, and every plant had been trimmed meticulously. There were also guards surrounding every corner of the building.
Francesca couldn't help but find this place rather familiar.
It feels like I've been here or at least somewhere similar to this.
A squad came forward to welcome them as soon as the vehicle stopped. The man in the lead was dressed extravagantly and spoke to Danrique with the utmost respect.
After a few exchanges of words, Danrique walked into the castle with his subordinates.
Francesca was about to tag along when Sean instructed two female guards to take her to the guest room at the back of the castle.
The one who had welcomed Danrique was the attending butler, Robin, and he couldn't help but freeze upon seeing Francesca. “Who is that young man wearing a mask?” he asked cautiously. “That's Mr. Lindberg's personal doctor,” answered Sean.
“Doctor?” Robin lowered his head.
"What's wrong?”
“Oh, it's nothing,” the man replied with a smile. “I believe you're aware that His Highness hasn't gotten much better. We've searched for countless renowned doctors to treat his legs, but nothing has worked so far. How skillful is this personal doctor, if I may ask?”
"She's only good at traditional medicine and doesn't know much else,” Sean explained. “But from what I see, I don't think she has much experience, given how young she is.”
“I see.” Robin looked slightly dejected.
Chapter 1796 Prince William
"Didn“t William hire a famous doctor before?” asked Danrique.
“His Highness was poisoned three months ago and fell gravely ill. After a great deal of effort, we finally managed to hire a renowned doctor from Zarain. She was incredible. In two months, not only did she cure His Highness, but she also mentioned that there was a possibility of his legs making a recovery. After that, she had to return to Zarain to find some herbs, so His Highness arranged for her to take the royal cruise. And yet..."
Robin sighed.
“Are you talking about the cruise incident that happened a while ago in Lightspring?” Sean asked in shock.
“Indeed.” Robin nodded. “To avoid speculation, we had the media announce that the explosion had occurred inside a business cruise. It was actually the royal Danontand cruise.”
Sean turned to Danrique with a complicated look on his face.
Danrique fell into thought for a moment before suddenly asking, “Did the doctor William hired so happen to be Francesco?”
"Yes," the butler answered softly. “Mr. Lindberg, please keep this —*
“Robin!”
A charming voice suddenly interrupted Robin.
"Good day, Your Highness,” Robin immediately greeted after walking over.
A young man looking to be in his twenties showed up in a wheelchair. He looked slightly frail, and there seemed to be a hint of melancholy in his blue eyes. His face looked rather pale, too.
Even so, none of that could mask the man’s gorgeous face — or his noble presence.
“Mr. Lindberg!” William nodded. “It's been a while.”
“Long time no see, William.” Danrique smiled faintly.
“I should have been the one visiting you, but given the state I'm in, it's unfortunate that I had to make you come over instead,” the former said apologetically.
“Don't say that. We're friends, aren't we?” Danrique was never a huge fan of pleasantries. “Shall we head in?"
"Of course! This way.”
The man entered the castle, enjoying some coffee while discussing matters regarding a collaboration.
“Are you not feeling well, Mr. Lindberg?” William asked, having noticed something off about Danrique.
“Just a small injury,” the latter responded casually.
William frowned. “You don't look too good. It's not actually a small injury, is it? Why don't you get some rest for now? We can talk when you feel better.”
“It's fine,” Danrique refuted while taking out the document he had read earlier. “I've gone through this and signed it.”
“All right.”
Robin took the document and gave it to William with both hands.
William then penned his signature on the paper and embedded the royal Danontand seal without even going through the contents.
“You're not going to read it?” Danrique raised an eyebrow.
"We're friends who've worked with each other for years. Can't I trust you?” William smiled. “I always make a buck whenever you're involved!”
Danrique let out a rare chuckle. “Thank you for your trust.”
“I'll be sure to aid you in your goals to take over the Epean market,” William said earnestly. “It's about time we kick Pastor off his high horse!”
“Have a good rest. We have an important show tomorrow night.”
With a smirk, Danrique prepared to leave.
"Are you not joining the banquet?” asked William.
“I just want to get some rest,” Danrique replied without looking back.
“I understand. Take good care of Mr. Lindberg and his employees, Robin.”
"Yes, Your Highness.”
Robin personally led the way. “This way, please, Mr. Lindberg.”
Danrique took off his coat as soon as he entered his room, his entire back now covered in sweat. He's sweating like this again? The fever must have come back.
Sean hurriedly instructed someone to look for Francesca.
At this very moment, the woman had just come out of the shower and was drying her hair while in a bathrobe.
Before she could even put her bedroom slippers on, Kerrie came barging in, and the former hastily wore her mask.
Chapter 1797 It Must Be A Trap
"Come with me, Master Felch. Hurry!"
Kerrie anxiously dragged Francesca along.
“What? Hey! Wait...”
Francesca was immediately brought to the room next door.
At this very moment, Danrique was seated on the sofa with his back facing her, loosening the buttons on his shirt one by one.
Sean placed a bag of ice against his boss’ forehead, and he called out to Francesca upon seeing her. "Dr. Felch! Come over. Mr. Lindberg's having another fever.”
Francesca walked over, knelt in front of Danrique, and began to examine his wound.
Danrique stopped unbuttoning his shirt and stared at her with creased brows.
The woman was dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, and her hair was still wet. Water droplets could be seen trailing down her neck.
The sight of it all seemed rather suggestive.
Danrique quickly averted his gaze. “Why aren't you wearing any clothes?” he demanded. Francesca froze momentarily and wasn't sure how to respond. “Who says I'm not wearing any clothes? Am I not in a bathrobe?”
“I'm sorry, Mr. Lindberg. I was so frantic that I dragged Master Felch over like this,” Kerrie explained. “Go back to your room and put some clothes — argh!”
Before Danrique could finish, Francesca ripped off the bandages covering his wound. The sudden pain caused him to yelp and stiffen.
"You!"
The man gritted his teeth. I'm going to kill her!
“I'm trying to treat you, not throw myself at you. Don't get the wrong idea,” Francesca remarked bluntly without even looking up.
She kept her gaze on the man’s injury and redressed it.
Fury burned in Danrique’s eyes as his face reddened with anger.
Sean sighed internally as he watched the ordeal. Mr. Lindberg’s always been level-headed, but he seems to be losing his temper a lot recently. I'll have to admit this woman really has some guts. She manages to p*ss Mr. Lindberg off every day, but he hasn't done anything to get rid of her yet. The wound was quickly redressed, and Francesca stood up to touch Danrique’s forehead. “You do have a fever. Wipe your body with a hot towel, then go to sleep. I'll get your medication.”
With that, she returned to her room.
Two maids quickly followed her.
Kerrie was about to give Danrique’s body a wipe when the latter took the hot towel from her. “I'll do it myself. Get out.”
"Yes, Sir.” Kerrie meekly did as told.
Francesca was puzzled to see her leave the room. “Why aren't you tending to him?”
“He didn't let me,” Kerrie answered in a hushed tone.
"Why not?”
The woman glanced at the room and lowered her voice even more. “Mr. Lindberg doesn't like girls touching him.”
"Huh?" Francesca’s eyes widened in surprise. “But it's always the maids tending to him back on the mountains.”
"Yeah, but all six of them are women over fifty who've raised him since he was a child. The other maids aren't allowed to enter his room,” Kerrie explained.
“Ugh...”
Francesca was taken aback. I never expected him to have such rules. It's no wonder he’s always so wary of me.
What if he’s actually...
Her lips twitching, Francesca hastily returned to her room to prepare Danrique’s medication. Meanwhile, in Danrique’s own room, Sean handed his boss another towel and commented, “Mr. Lindberg, I think there really is something weird about Dr. Felch.”
“You think so too?” Danrique looked up at him
"It's like she’s always deliberately getting on your nerves. Do you think she’s scheming something — like what we always see on TV?" Sean surmised. “You know, like how the girl keeps provoking the guy just to stir him up and make him remember her. Then, the guy eventually falls for her. This seems to be a legitimate effect, psychologically speaking.”
Chapter 1798 A Secret That Cannot Be Told
Danrique fell into silence as he heard that. “It does seem that way,” he murmured, his brows creasing.
“Then...”
“That d*mned woman.”
The man clenched his teeth in rage, but his wound began to hurt just as he was about to say anything more.
“It's fine as long as you're aware of what she’s like. Don't be fooled,” Sean remarked with concern. “You've never dated anyone before, after all, so it's possible you might fall for her schemes.”
“Kick her out once I've recovered.” Danrique frowned. “Also, get Gordon to keep looking into Francesco's whereabouts.”
"Yes, Sir,” Sean replied with a nod. “I'll get some information from Robin since he's been looking for the same person.”
"Okay," Danrique answered before slumping into the sofa.
Just then, Robin knocked on the door and entered with a few attendants and a cart full of food. "Good evening, Mr. Lindberg. It's time for dinner,” said Robin politely. “His Highness has specifically hired a Chanaean chef to prepare you your favorite dishes.”
“Thank you.” Sean hastily welcomed them.
Not feeling much of an appetite, Danrique greeted Robin casually before heading into his bedroom to rest.
“Since Mr. Lindberg isn't feeling well, I'll take my leave now.”
Robin spoke to Sean briefly before getting ready to leave, with the latter escorting him.
Then, Francesca so happened to return with the concoction she had made, and her eyes met Robin's.
After a quick glance, the woman thought nothing of their encounter. Robin, on the other hand, stared at her in shock and couldn't keep cast his gaze away.
Francesca nodded at him before making her way around them and entering the room.
Just as Sean was about to follow her, Robin quickly grabbed hold of him. “Sean.”
“What is it?"
"Why does this doctor always have her mask on?” Robin couldn't contain his curiosity. “I first thought she was a young man, but now that I've taken a closer look, it seems she’s a woman. What is her name?”
Sean laughed. “You just asked me so many questions at a time. Where should I begin? Anyway, why do you seem so interested in Mr. Lindberg's personal doctor?”
“She looks a lot like someone I know...” Robin trailed off.
“Who?”
“Like...” Robin paused briefly. “Like the daughter of a distant relative.”
“Oh.”
“Don't just stand there!” Robin pestered. “Answer my questions.”
"She got into a car accident and injured her face. I guess she’s wearing a mask because she doesn't want anyone to see what her face looks like now. We don't know her name either. She only refers to herself as Dr. Felch,” Sean answered briefly.
“Felch?” Robin's gaze fell, as though he was pondering over something.
"Why? Is your relative’s last name Felch, too?”
“No.” Robin shook his head. “All right, I shan't take up any more of your time. I have to return to His Highness.”
“Wait! There's something I need to talk to you about, too.”
“What is it?"
As the two continued talking outside, Francesca noted the splendid meal before her. “Wow! These are all my favorites,” she exclaimed with twinkling eyes.
“If you want it, you can have it,” Danrique responded disdainfully. “Give me my medication.”
“You'll have to eat something before drinking this. It's not good to take your medication on an empty stomach.” Francesca placed the medication on the table. “It's still boiling hot, so why don't you eat first?”
Danrique was a little hungry, to begin with, so he sat at the dining table and prepared to eat. Francesca reached for a bun, pulled her mask down, and was about to take a bite.
Suddenly, Danrique glanced up at her.
The woman swiftly turned away and shoved the entire bun in her mouth. She then her mask back in place and chewed on her food slowly.
"Why do you keep wearing a mask? Are you afraid of people seeing what you look like?”
Danrique gazed at her suspiciously. He had a feeling that this woman had a secret that could not be told.
Chapter 1799 His Highness Wants To See You
“I hurt my face, and the scar hasn't gone away. I don't want to frighten you with my ugliness.” Francesca then came up with a great excuse. “It's all your fault. You crashed into me and ruined my face, but you didn’t compensate me very much.”
Upon hearing the woman bring up money matters again, Danrique immediately lost interest in the subject. He didn't even want to know what she could be scheming.
I'm not going to bother looking into something like this — or someone like her.
Thus, he ate a little before turning his attention to the medication
From the scent alone, he knew the concoction was bitter and frowned deeply while holding the bowl.
"Chug it down. Good luck!”
Despite not looking at him, Francesca knew he was hesitating.
She was currently swiping some of the food with her back facing him. While eating, she kept one hand hovered over her chin to be able to pull her mask up at any time.
Danrique took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then, he downed the entire bowl of medication in one fell swoop.
The man nearly threw up after swallowing some of the liquid, but he subconsciously did what Francesca had done to him before — covering his own mouth and continuing to swallow every drop of the concoction.
When he was done, he wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue and scoured the whole area for some candy.
“Here!” Francesca handed him a piece of candy that had been unwrapped.
She already had her mask on by now.
Danrique shoved the candy into his mouth and lay in bed. “What are you still doing here?” he asked upon noticing that the woman didn’t seem to want to leave.
“I have to be on night watch. What if you become feverish again?” Francesca answered while rummaging through her medical kit.
“Sean!” Danrique called out, blatantly ignoring her.
"Oh!" Sean hurriedly walked in. “Yes, Mr. Lindberg?”
"You're on night watch.”
"Of course, Sir.” Sean cast Francesca a glance before standing next to his boss.
The woman fell speechless. I was only thinking of using this chance to grab the necklace, but this man is way too alert!
No, he may not only be making sure I don't steal anything.
He probably wants to make sure I don't take advantage of him either.
The woman fumed at the thought of this, and she glared at the fellow lying in bed.
“Will Mr. Lindberg’s temperature spike again, Dr. Felch?” Sean asked softly.
“There's no telling.” Knowing that she was unable to do anything tonight, Francesca got up to leave. "Watch over him. Call me if his temperature reaches a hundred and two degrees.”
“All right.” Sean shook his head in contempt as he watched her leave. She really was trying to hit on Mr. Lindberg! But she gave up just because I'm here.
Francesca returned to her room and was about to blow-dry her hair when a knock came on her door.
“Good evening, Dr. Felch. I'm here to serve you your dinner,” greeted Robin with a smile as the woman opened the door.
Behind him were two maids pushing a cart.
“Perfect timing! I haven't had my fill.”
Francesca let them in without a second thought, and the maids placed all the dishes on the dining table.
Meanwhile, Robin sized her up. “Dr. Felch, I heard about your medical prowess and was wondering if you could perhaps conduct a diagnosis on His Highness.”
“His Highness?” Francesca was stunned. “You're royalty? Which country?”
“His Highness is the prince of Danontand,” Robin answered with a complicated look in his eyes. “Do you know him?”
"How could I ever?” Francesca blurted. “What happened to him?”
“His Highness injured both his legs while horse-riding as a child. He remains in a wheelchair to this day.” Robin observed the woman's reaction. “We once hired a well-known doctor from Zarain, and she had said it was possible to cure him.”
"Well, since that's what she had said, you should ask her to do it,” Francesca responded and began to eat. “It's not easy treating a long-term illness.”
“Could you help take a look at His Highness? We'll pay you whatever amount you want,” Robin continued to probe.
“Really?” Francesca's eyes lit up at the mention of payment. “Well, then, how about ten million as a deposit?”
Chapter 1800 Francesca
“Already on it,” Robin remarked with a smile as he passed her a check with both his hands. “Your voice, tone, and manner of speaking — they all resemble the miracle doctor so much.”
“Really? What's her name?”
Francesca couldn't help but grin as she saw the check.
Then, she folded it and kept it away gently, not forgetting to give her pocket a little pat as though worried she would lose the slip of paper.
“It's Francesco from Zarain,” Robin answered while gazing deeply into her eyes.
The woman was visibly surprised to hear that. “But isnt Francesco an old dude?”
“Uhh...”
Robin was too stunned to speak for a moment.
“How do I resemble him at all?" asked Francesca as she continued to eat.
“In any case, could you please come and have a look at His Highness when you've finished your dinner?”
Refusing to give up, Robin walked over in an attempt to glance at her face.
"Of course. I've accepted your payment, after all.” The woman put her mask back on immediately. “Give me a moment. I'll head out after getting dressed.”
“Certainly. I'll be waiting for you outside.” Robin bowed.
“Do you need any assistance getting dressed, Dr. Felch?” the two maids asked politely.
“There's no need for that. I'll do it myself. I might take half an hour, though. I need to dry my hair.” “That's not a problem. Please take your time.”
The maids lowered their heads before leaving.
Francesca found the whole situation rather odd. Why are they so courteous with me? Aren't they royalty?
And it seemed like the butler kept trying to look at my face.
Logically speaking, I'm just a regular doctor, and Robin looks like he’s on a completely different level of authority. Even Sean talks to him politely. Why is he being so polite with me, then?
He's the complete opposite of my patient.
Maybe the prince is so ill that they desperately need my help.
Nothing thinking much else, Francesca ate a little more and began to blow dry her hair.
Suddenly, the pain in the back of her head returned, and it felt as though she was being struck hard with a hammer.
The woman hurriedly ate a painkiller, changed into her clothes, and exited her room with a medical bag.
“This way, Dr. Felch.”
Robin gestured at Francesca as soon as he saw her.
Before leaving, Francesca spoke to Kerrie about her temporary absence. “Could you let Sean know? I'll be back real soon.”
“Sure.”
Kerrie then reported to Sean right away.
“I understand. You may leave.”
That was all Sean had said, although there was now a strange look in his eyes.
Prior to this, he had tried to obtain information on Francesco from Robin, but the latter would constantly evade the subject and provide little to no indicators. Instead, he wouldn't stop asking about Master Felch
This is strange.
I'd understand if he doesn't want to talk about other things, but aren't Mr. Lindberg and William close pals who've worked together for many years? Why is Robin being so secretive about a mere doctor?
And why does he seem so interested in Master Felch?
Danrique fell asleep shortly after taking his medication.
Sean checked his temperature and was relieved to see that his boss’ condition had stabilized. Robin and Master Felch should be on their way to see Prince William now. But judging from Master Felch's half-baked medical skills, how would she ever be able to cure the prince's legs?
They're about to be disappointed
"Dr. Felch has arrived, Your Highness,” reported Robin while standing outside the study.
“Come in."
William's voice sounded especially crisp and melodious.
Robin led Francesca into the room, and a sense of familiarity instantly hit the woman as her eyes fell on the man in the wheelchair.
“Francesca?”
William called out her name in astonishment.
Francesca froze briefly and stared at him.
This name... It sounds so familiar and loving.
“Is it really you, Francesca?” The man wheeled himself over and took her by the hand excitedly. "They all said you died in the cruise explosion, so I came all the way here from Danontand just to find you.