?<strong>Chapter 712:</strong>


    Ynda stood at the door, banging on it angrily, “Open the door!”


    “No, don’t!” Savannah screamed from inside.


    Her miserable cry squeezed Ynda’s heart with a tight grip. “Savannah, what’s going on in there? Andrew, I’m warning you—if you dare hurt Savannah, I’ll kill you.” There was no response from inside.


    Ynda turned to the crowd, her chest tightening with anxiety. “I’m sorry, everyone. Please return to your ces,” she said, her voice steady despite the tension.


    Given the gravity of the royal scandal, no one dared stay and continue watching. The crowd silently dispersed.


    Once the guests had finally left, Ynda turned to Babette, barely able to hold back her rising fury. “Babette, what on earth were you thinking? This is a massive incident, and yet you just let everyone linger? Why didn’t you send them away immediately?”


    If Babette had done her job properly, they wouldn’t have ended up as the center of everyone’s ridicule, humiliated in front of so many eyes. The reputation of the royal family was everything—it was something that simply couldn’t be tarnished.


    Babette, on the other hand, remainedpletely calm.


    “Maybe I should be asking you about Savannah and Andrew instead. Didn’t you im they were truly in love?”


    Ynda’s face briefly betrayed a hint of guilt, but she quickly pushed it aside. “Of course they are. Savannah’s a kind-hearted, gentle girl,” she responded.


    Her gaze shifted toward the door, her eyes filled with worry. “Andrew,e out here this instant. Just tell me what you’re after!”


    She knocked firmly on the door, and it slowly creaked open. However, Ynda froze in shock as Andrew seized Savannah and leapt straight out of the window with her.


    “Ah!” Ynda cried, rushing forward in horror.


    This was her only daughter—her precious Savannah.


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    Ynda rushed to the window, her heart pounding. Only when she saw themnd safely did she exhale a shaky breath of relief, grateful that Savannah had made it through.


    But her relief quickly shifted to horror as she took in Savannah’s condition—her clothes were smeared with blood, stark evidence of the brutalshings she had endured.


    Ynda could hardly breathe.


    Her beloved daughter, her princess, had never endured anything so cruel in her life.


    “Andrew Klein!” Ynda shouted, her voice full of raw anger.


    “Get a car ready for me right now, or she’s dead,” Andrew demanded, his voice chillingly calm. His striking features took on a sinister edge, making him appear even more threatening.


    Ynda clenched her teeth, a fierce desire to end Andrew herself battling with the helplessness of knowing he still had Savannah at his mercy.


    “Ah! Mom, help me!” Savannah cried out.


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