?<strong>Chapter 692:</strong>


    The guards hesitated, but Savannah was already striding forward, her entourage following close behind.


    Inside the quiet living room, Dottie had just finished sipping her medicine and was absorbed in a book.


    Savannah stepped into the room, her gaze immediately drawn to the sight before her. The title of Dottie’s book, written in a foreignnguage, caused her expression to flicker with a hint of surprise. Could it be that Dottie was truly recovering?


    Ramon, who had been attending to Dottie, was momentarily startled by Savannah’s abrupt entrance. He knew that if word of Dottie’s recovery spread, those with malicious intent would surely try to hurt her again.


    “What does this mean, Ramon?” Dottie’s voice, tinged with innocent curiosity, echoed as she pointed to a word in the book. Her gaze shifted to Ramon, silently asking for an exnation.


    “It means ‘tomorrow,''” he replied gently, his tone calm and reassuring.


    “Tomorrow?” Dottie said with a pout, lightly tapping her cheek. Although she appeared to be an adult woman, her innocence and naivety still shone through. “Why does it look so different from what I remember?”


    “That’s because it’s written in anothernguage,” Ramon exined softly, before turning to Savannah. “Princess Savannah, what brings you here so unexpectedly? The guards seem tock manners, failing to announce your arrival.”


    Savannah caught the subtle rebuke in Ramon’s words about her unannounced entrance. Putting on a concerned expression, she replied, “I heard Dottie had returned, so I came to see her right away. I’ve missed her so much during her absence!”


    Moving closer, Savannah wrapped her arm around Dottie in a warm embrace.


    Up close, Dottie’s eyes still held that pure, innocent gleam as she looked up at Savannah and nodded. “I missed you too, Savannah.”


    For reasons she couldn’t quite ce, those words sent a chill through Savannah’s heart. But as she observed Dottie’s gentle, na?ve expression, she brushed the unease aside. After all, the poison her father had obtained, with much effort, was supposed to be incurable, with no known remedy.


    “Really? That makes me so happy. I’m d you’re well,” Savannah said with a warm smile. “I’m getting engaged soon, and I hope you’lle to my engagement ceremony.”


    “Really? Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Savannah chatted with Dottie for a while. When she noticed nothing unusual about Dottie, she said her goodbyes and left.


    After Savannah’s departure, Dottie watched the door close behind her with cold eyes, the warmth vanishing from her expression. She then turned her attention back to the book in front of her, refocusing on her studies.


    It was already noon when Madisyn woke up the next day. She stretchedzily, feeling an unusual lightness in her limbs and a rity in her mind. The twenty hours of sleep had rejuvenated her.


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