?<strong>Chapter 683:</strong>


    Madisyn, hearing this, furrowed her brows in confusion. How did these strangers know her name?


    She looked through the peephole and saw no immediate signs of threat. Cautiously, she opened the door. An elderly man in a pristine butler’s uniform stood outside, apanied by the doctor.


    “Who are you?” Madisyn asked, scrutinizing the two men.


    “Let’s talk inside,” the elderly butler said with a gentle smile.


    Madisyn stepped aside, allowing the two men to enter. The doctor wasted no time. He immediately set down his medical kit, which was meticulously stocked with surgical tools, and began preparing to treat her wound.


    “Please sit on the sofa. I’ll remove the bullet from your arm,” the doctor said.


    “Wait,” Madisyn interrupted. “You’re not doing anything until you tell us who you are first.”


    The butler nodded respectfully. “I understand your concerns. But you are Howard’s sister, aren’t you?”


    Madisyn was even more confused. “You know my brother?”


    The butler nodded again. “Howard saved our princess. Since your brother is our benefactor, the queen sent us to help you.”


    Madisyn’s eyes widened with realization. Babette had protected her against Savannah.


    Howard had saved the princess?


    The king’s daughter?


    But wasn’t he with the Serpentine Palers now?


    Madisyn and Waylon exchanged bewildered nces.


    When the butler saw their expressions, he took the initiative to exin. “Perhaps you don’t know about this, but it’s alright. Let me tell you what happened. One day, our princess was abducted by a group of men. We searched high and low but couldn’t find her. Eventually, we discovered that she had been taken to the base of the Serpentine Palers. When we finally found her, she was lying under a tree. We waited until she woke up, and she told us that Howard was the one who saved her.”


    “Your princess is the daughter of the king. How could someone be so bold as to kidnap her?” Madisyn shook her head in disbelief, her brows furrowed tightly. She thought it was utterly imusible.


    The butler smiled bitterly. “Our princess was once an unprecedented child prodigy in Aswil, mastering eightnguages by the age of sixteen and achieving remarkable sess in various fields. She was poised to be our queen, a beacon of hope for our nation. But a year ago, she was struck by a severe fever, which left her mentally impaired. Even the top doctors in our country couldn’t cure her.” As the butler recounted the past, his voice trembled with emotion, and tears welled in his eyes.


    After all, he had watched the princess grow up. She was the king’s only child, dedicating herself tirelessly to her country. Hermitment was unparalleled. She would only sleep four hours a day, devoting the rest of her time to studying.


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