CHAPTER 30: THE RESULT ARE OUT

"Lucky?"

Queen Elizabeth’s voice was low and commanding.

Lucky would recognize that voice anywhere—it was etched into his very soul.

His eyes flickered with recognition as he snapped to attention.

"Yes, Your Majesty.

I’m here."

The queen paid no mind to his momentary lapse, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.

"What were the test results?"

Camilla stood composed, her expression unreadable as she observed the scene.

Luna kept her head bowed, her face hidden in shadow.

At the mention of the results, Lucky’s demeanor turned grave.

"The tests confirm it," he said, his voice heavy.

"Just as Madam Luther stated, you have indeed been poisoned."

His expression twisted with guilt.

"The toxin has been present for at least three years.

This is a failure on our part—we should have detected it sooner.

I beg for Your Majesty’s punishment."

A heavy silence descended upon the grand hall.

"Punishment can wait," the queen replied coolly.

"First, we uncover the truth." Queen Elizabeth spoke softly, her low, husky voice tinged with bitterness.

"I prided myself on surrounding with trustworthy people, yet... it seems age has truly clouded my judgment."

"Human hearts are hard to fathom," Camilla gently reassured her, clasping the queen’s hand.

"Don’t blame yourself for the mistakes of others."

Queen Elizabeth gazed at Camilla and patted the back of her hand, her expression easing.

Every cloud has a silver lining—had she not been poisoned, she might never have found this child by such a twist of fate.

Perhaps it was all part of God’s plan.

Luna watched their intimate exchange, a bitter smile tugging at her lips.

Just like before—unwavering favoritism, without reason.

"Camilla," Kiara broke her long silence, her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

"Do you have a way to cure the poison in Grandmother’s body?"

Even now, her foremost concern remained the queen’s well-being.

She seems merely willful and spoiled, not truly malicious.

But the question remains—does she know about what happened to Grandpa?

Camilla studied the Queen with a probing gaze, her eyes searching for answers.

"Alone, I wouldn’t have been able to manage in such a short time," she admitted.

"But with my grandfather’s help, it shouldn’t be a problem."

So, the old man really had been rescued by them.

How utterly audacious.

Luna’s eyes narrowed slowly, her nails digging so deeply into her palms that they left crescent-shaped marks.

"Your grandfather?"

Kiara frowned, recalling Camilla’s earlier mention that most of her medical knowledge had been passed down from this grandfather—though they shared no blood relation.

"Where is he now?

I’ll send someone to fetch him immediately."

Camilla observed Kiara’s expression closely, the coldness in her eyes softening slightly.

"No need.

After diagnosing Her Majesty’s condition, I already arranged for my family to bring him here.

He should be arriving any moment now."

No sooner had she spoken than a guard hurried in.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Nolan is waiting outside, requesting an audience."

Though Nolan held no official title, he was the future husband of Princess Kiara—no one dared turn him away without permission.

Kiara’s eyes lit up instantly.

"Nolan is here?"

The moment the words left her lips, she froze in confusion.

Grandmother had just woken up—how could Nolan have known so quickly?

Luna’s face darkened like a brewing storm, her pupils contracting with barely concealed panic.

That ungrateful little wretch—was he determined to oppose her to the very end?

Queen Elizabeth turned her gaze toward Camilla.

Understanding the unspoken question, Camilla nodded without hesitation.

"I asked Mr. Nolan for assistance."

Though puzzled about how Camilla had established connections with Nolan, Queen Elizabeth knew this wasn’t the time for inquiries.

"Show him in."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

The guard bowed and withdrew.

Within moments, three figures emerged before the assembled company.

The main hall.

Three figures entered unhurriedly.

Leading them was a man in a light gray suit, his chiseled features strikingly handsome yet shadowed with an air of gloom.

Nolan.

His face was familiar to everyone present.

But their gazes lingered more intently on the two figures behind him.

The man wore a flawlessly tailored bespoke suit, his features so sculpted they seemed unreal—as if carved by divine hands.

Under the scrutiny of the room, his composed expression remained unreadable.

His dark, piercing eyes swept across the crowd before settling on Camilla.

Though his gaze was as calm as ever, there was an unmistakable tenderness in it.

Seeing Sinclair, Camilla finally let go of the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Beside her, Luna’s eyes flickered with disbelief, her face stiffening.

How could this man be here?

What the hell was Easton doing?!

The situation was spiraling out of control, and an ominous premonition rose in her heart.

Standing beside Sinclair was an elderly man dressed in a traditional long gown, his hair streaked with silver, his expression kind and gentle.

His deep, composed gaze swept over Luna with deliberate calm before shifting away, betraying nothing.

This woman had schemed tirelessly, yet she was no match for fate’s design.

How satisfying.

"Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness the Crown Princess, and Lady Kiara," Nolan bowed slightly, offering his respects to the three women.

Sinclair and grandpa Rodriguez, meanwhile, inclined their heads with dignified composure.

"Your Majesty," Camilla spoke up at just the right moment.

"This is my grandfather, and this is my husband."

Queen Elizabeth’s gaze lingered on the two men, her expression a complex mix of emotions.

One of them was almost certainly the man who had saved her son’s life.

The other was her granddaughter’s husband—her grandson-in-law.

"Please, have a seat."

The three took their seats.

Nolan kept his gaze lowered, his expression unreadable.

His task was complete now that he had delivered the person.

The rest was no longer his role to play.

"Mr. Rodriguez," Queen Elizabeth spoke with the ease of addressing an old friend, her tone calm and measured.

"There are a few matters I’d like to discuss with you privately. Would that be all right?"

"Of course," Grandpa Rodriguez replied, casting a glance at Camilla before nodding composed.

"Your Majesty is too kind."

Queen Elisabeth inclined her head slightly, instructing everyone to remain where they were before leading grandpa Rodriguez to the study.

There was much she wanted to know about Allen.

Once the two had left, the atmosphere in the inner chamber grew eerily still.

"Nolan" Kiara finally broke the silence, unable to suppress her curiosity any longer.

She turned to him, her voice tinged with confusion.

"How did you end up coming here?"

Moreover, it was alongside Camilla’s husband and grandfather.

A faint smirk played at the corners of Nolan’s lips.

"President Luther was the one who invited me to make this trip."

And that was the truth.

So, he had learned about it indirectly through Sinclair.

Kiara let out a quiet sigh of relief.

At least it wasn’t what she had feared.

Sinclair’s sharp, icy gaze remained fixed on Camilla, his dark eyes unreadable, as if everyone else in the room had ceased to exist.

Camilla met his stare, her crimson lips curving slightly.

Everything was about to come to an end.

Though they weren’t seated together, an invisible barrier seemed to encircle them, shutting out the rest of the world.

"Nolan," Luna suddenly spoke, her voice dripping with frost.

"You really played your part well in their little charade."

Without Nolan’s help, they wouldn’t have been able to rescue that old fool so easily.

A lifetime spent hunting eagles, only to have her eyes pecked out in the end.