CHAPTER 870: CHAPTER 870: SHE FELL FOR HIS TRICK

The man carried a black leather suitcase, walked straight to Ann Vaughn, squatted halfway in front of the low table, and opened the suitcase with his eyes lowered.

Hearing the commotion, Ann Vaughn tightly clenched her slender fingers in unease, "Who has come?"

"Someone you’ve met, Breeze."

Warren Vance gestured for Betty to hand him the hair dryer, and he lifted Ann Vaughn’s damp long hair, carefully blow-drying it.

The Thousand-Faced Divine Doctor Breeze?

Whenever this person was mentioned, Ann Vaughn’s mind would conjure up a scene straight out of a stage play, with thick white mist enveloping him every time he appeared.

—It couldn’t be any more theatrical.

"Princess, pardon my intrusion." Breeze spoke with respectful intonation and then removed the bandage from Ann Vaughn’s eyes.

The area around her eyes was still red and swollen with blood streaks, and although the cut at the corner of her eye had started to scab over, the injuries on her eyelids were healing exceptionally slowly.

After cleaning her wounds, Breeze reapplied medication for her.

The eyes are the most fragile and sensitive; even though Breeze applied the lightest pressure, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but frown and gritted her teeth to prevent any sound from escaping.

Perhaps because she was enduring too much pain, Breeze noticeably lightened his touch.

Among the faint medicinal fragrance, Ann Vaughn suddenly caught a familiar scent, teasing her senses as if it lingered around her nose, yet when she tried to focus, it seemed to be just her imagination.

An unplaceable feeling crossed Ann Vaughn’s heart, and the tightly knitted fine brows slightly relaxed.

...Maybe she was overthinking it?

Once the bandage was reapplied, Breeze retreated to the suitcase and took out two glass bottles, "These are Princess’s medicine, to be taken once in the morning and evening. I will return in two days to replace Princess’s medication."

With that, Breeze picked up the black suitcase again and nodded slightly at Warren Vance, "Your Highness, I shall take my leave now."

"Hmm." Just as Ann Vaughn’s hair was also dried, Warren Vance handed the hair dryer to Betty, "You may leave."

"Yes, Your Highness." Betty retreated, leaving the room together with Breeze.

Only then did Ann Vaughn realize that the person helping her blow-dry her hair earlier wasn’t Betty but Warren Vance.

The next second, hearing Warren Vance instruct Betty to leave, the unease in Ann Vaughn’s heart quickly spread.

"How was your day?" Warren Vance seemed unaware of Ann Vaughn’s resistive emotions, elegantly seated on the bench in front of her, his gloved hands naturally folded.

"I’ve already become blind; whether my day is good or bad makes no difference." Ann Vaughn replied blandly.

Hearing her self-deprecating words, Warren Vance’s dark red eyes darkened slightly, "You’ll get better soon, I promise."

Ha.

She believed his nonsense.

Ann Vaughn directly turned her head away, not responding to his words.

The next day.

Princess Kira arrived as promised, bringing along a lot of interesting trinkets to keep Ann Vaughn entertained.

Among them, naturally, were the medications Ann Vaughn had asked her to obtain for treating her eye injuries.

Perhaps noticing Ann Vaughn didn’t want others to find out about this, Princess Kira took the chance when Betty turned to fetch tea to quietly hand the medicine to Ann Vaughn.

"I originally wanted to bring all the eye treatment medications, but considering you didn’t want anyone to know, I just asked the doctor and brought the one said to be the most effective." Princess Kira whispered in Ann Vaughn’s ear.

A smile involuntarily appeared on Ann Vaughn’s lips, "Thank you, you’ve helped me a lot."

"Hehe, it’s nothing." Princess Kira bashfully giggled twice.

Ann Vaughn inconspicuously slipped the medication into her pocket just as Betty returned with two cups of red tea, without noticing her little move.

"Sister, have you heard?" Princess Kira took a sip of red tea, adopting a gossiping tone.

"Heard what?"

"Delina and Nicole were punished to kneel in the central garden, they’ve been kneeling a whole night, many attendants saw them, their faces are now thoroughly disgraced."

Ann Vaughn raised an eyebrow, "No matter how bad they are, they are still Princesses, who has the authority to make them kneel?"

Even Your Majesty should consider their family backgrounds, wouldn’t easily punish them.

Except...

"Of course, it was my brother, with Quinn Bishop personally catching them, and afterwards, tossed them onto the garden floor, neither the Second Prince nor the Sixth Prince dared to say a word."

"Brother even said, only when they can control their mouths can they stand, otherwise even if their legs cripple, they still had to continue kneeling. Isn’t he dashing?"

Princess Kira eagerly relayed the whole sequence of events to her.

Dashing?

Ann Vaughn felt nothing within her, casually shifting the topic: "The Second Prince and the Sixth Prince are also your brothers, why do you seem to only refer to Warren Vance as brother?"

"They are not my brothers." Princess Kira stuck out her tongue, "My father has a dozen concubines, nine sons, six daughters—that’s excluding the ones who died young, that’s the final count."

"And in the Royal Family where the throne is paramount, daughters are inherently worthless. I’m the youngest, and my mother left early, if it weren’t for brother’s mother, Queen Manfrieda raising me, I might have died in some corner long ago without anyone noticing."

"In Kira’s heart, only Queen Manfrieda and brother Warren Vance are Kira’s true family."

Even though now her father remembers to compensate for her lack of paternal love, to Kira, it ceased being important long ago.

Upon hearing Kira’s words, Ann Vaughn asked her, "Do you think your father having so many concubines and children is right?"

Kira had never contemplated this question, thought for a moment, "Father is the ruler of Gothasen, having numerous concubines is also for the Royal Family to continue its lineage."

"Then why is it allowed for your father to have many concubines at once, while those concubines aren’t allowed to have multiple husbands?"

A fatal blow.

Kira and Betty stared wide-eyed, frozen on the spot, for a moment not knowing how to counter Ann Vaughn’s question.

Kira tried hard to find a loophole in Ann Vaughn’s words, but as she thought over her question repeatedly, she couldn’t help but realize—

Yes, why should those concubines be devoted unto death to her father, while he gets to be a playboy, sustaining an entire ocean of lovers?

This is too unfair!

"Then, then my father would be Furious, and he really cherishes each concubine." Kira felt dizzy.

Ann Vaughn propped her chin with her hand, "Oh, then his heart must be in partitions, able to divide among so many women simultaneously."

Kira was at a loss for words, while logic told her it would be odd if Father had only one concubine, from her personal perspective, she felt Ann Vaughn hadn’t spoken anything wrong...

But Betty just wanted to kneel and beg Ann Vaughn to stop talking.

If these words got out and reached Your Majesty, they’d surely be punished for sedition!