Favo Novel
Chapter 212
Chapter 212
“The patient is stabilized now,” the doctor said.
“But he hasn’t woken up yet?”
“No,” the doctor shook his head. “Lady Agnes’s cure only kept him from going into a complete heart and liver failure. But to completely recover, he needs the actual cure for the poison.”
Westin balled his hands into fists, “Thank you, doctor. How much time does Elder Randy have?”
“Hard to say. Our best guess is weeks. But I would say the sooner the better.”
“So we still need the cure.” Elder Lamonte said darkly. “Lady Janet, stop fighting with us and hand over the cure. The man’s life is at stake here!”
“I said! I have nothing to do with this!” Janet snarled.
Westin raised a hand in the air, gesturing them to keep quiet.
“That is enough.” he said in a commanding voice, “You have both made your point. No point keep arguing about it.”
Elder Lamonte licked his teeth with his tongue, revealing an ugly grin, “My King, if” you can grant me the permission to interrogate this werewolf woman, I am sure I can force her to hand over the cure before tomorrow’s sun rises…”
“No!” Wells cried angrily, “You can’t let him, brother! You know that he will torture Janet-”
“Silent!”
Westin snapped, pointing a finger at Wells, “We will talk about how you skipped the ball tonight and how you discarded the prince’s duty later. Now just keep your mouth shut. And as for you, Elder Lamonte-
He turned to look at Lamonte, his eyes darkened, “…No one will interrogate my Queen.”
“But my King-”
“Have I not made myself clear?” Westin narrowed his eyes.
Elder Lamonte swallowed.
He still looked indignant.
But he decided to keep his mouth shut, “…You have, my king, perfectly clear.”
“Good.”
Westin’s eyes fell on Sammy, “Now Sammy. I want you to think very hard about the maid that bumped into you. Was it her?”
He pointed at Janet.
Sammy took a quick look at Janet and then looked down, “…No.”
“Then was it anyone in this room?”
Sammy shook her head quietly.
“OK. Then what does she look like?”
Sammy bit her lips, pondering, “I…it was very dark in the hallway, so I didn’t get a clear look…I think she is about average height, slim, and has porcelain skin…”
People exchanged baffled looks with each other.
Many maids working in this castle fit that profile.
Sammy’s words
ut them nowhere.
Janet was also thinking hard at this moment.
…What did the maid look like when she met her?
The maid kept her head down on purpose. So like Sammy, she didn’t remember the maid’s face.
The only thing she could remember was the maid’s hair…sliding down from behind. her ears and covering her face like a curtain…
Right.
Her hair!
“The maid that I met has chestnut hair,” Janet raised her head and said. “Yes, chestnut hair!” Sammy clapped her hands together immediately, “I remember now! The woman I saw has chestnut hair as well! They must be the same person!”
One of the elders gave Sammy a skeptical look, “Are you making this up simply to echo with Lady Janet?”
Sammy winced.
Yet Wells stood up immediately to defend her, “Sammy said that she saw it. Then she must have seen it!”
The elder roiled his eyes but didn’t argue back.
“Average height, slim figure, porcelain skin, and chestnut hair…” Wells rubbed his chin, “Wait. Isn’t that Kalinda?”
“Prince Wells, are you listening to yourself?!” one of the elders cried. “Kalinda is a lady! And we are talking about a maid!”
“Prince Wells, we know that you are not a big fan of House of Shadows. But you can’t smear our house member like this,” said Elder Lamonte grimly.
Wells shrugged, “Fine. I saw just saying…”
Janet raised an eyebrow.
Funny because Kalinda did meet with those descriptions.
Yet, unfortunately, that woman was not Kalinda, or she would have recognized her.
She looked to Agnes, and Elder Lamonte behind her back. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
Whoever the maid was, she was certain that the House of Shadow–especially Elder Lamonte had something to do with everything.
They wanted her gone.
As much as she hated to be trapped in here as well, she would not let these Lycans trample her.
She WOULD get to the bottom of this.
Game on.
“I will ask the soldiers to search the castle for people meeting the profile and conduct a thorough investigation. You are dismissed now,” Westin said deeply.
People bowed and filed out of the room one by one.
Janet turned to leave as well.
“Janet…”
She heard Westin calling her behind her back.
Yet she didn’t stop her pace for him.
She ran into the hallway and caught up with Sammy and Wells.
“Hey, Sammy!”
She got to Sammy’s side and gave her a smile, “I want to thank you for standing up for me like that. It means a lot to me.”
“D…Don’t be.” Sammy shook her head, “It was Prince Wells. He encouraged me to come forward…”
Janet looked to Wells, “Of course. Thank you so much.”
“Hey, don’t be!” Wells waved his hand, grinning brightly. “We are all sick of Agnes. As long as there is a fight against her, just count me in!”
Janet smiled.
Wells reminded her of Kass, only that this young prince had a more bubbly personality.
“What do you hate her?” she asked.
“God! Just look at her fake tears, unnatural manners, and superficial personality…Everybody hates her. Don’t you hate her, Sammy?”
Sammy murmured in a small voice, “Yea… No, I am not supposed to comment on the masters…”
“She hates her,” Wells confirmed. “Anyway, my brother is fooled by her. He has a soft spot for pretty women. But you are here now. You are his mate and a thousand times prettier than Agnes. I am sure you can turn his silly mind around!
Janet was swept away by his enthusiasm and couldn’t help but smile, “I don’t know, Wells. Westin seems to think very highly of Agnes-”
“Then you should rescue him from the evils, like a real heroine.” Wells said and then suddenly clapped his hands together, “Oh you know what we should do?!”
Janet blinked in a daze, “…What?”
“I have a perfect idea!” Wells cried, looking very excited, “I will find you in your room tomorrow morning! It is a date. Don’t go anywhere!”
He blew her a kiss before running away with Sammy.
Janet smiled.
Maybe she could make friends in the Lycan’s Kingdom.
Janet slept in the next morning.
At last, she didn’t have to go to that tiresome lady’s training and she could finally relax.
Yet a sudden, hurried knock on the door woke her up.
It was Wells outside of the door..
“Why are you still in your pajamas?” he cried as soon as he saw her, “I told you we have a date.”
Janet rubbed her eyes, still half–asleep, “…You didn’t tell me where we are going.”
“Belle, you are in charge of her makeover,” Wells said in a commanding voice, which strikingly resembled his elder brother.
A petite girl stuck her head out from Wells’s back, “Morning Janet!”
She had blonde, curly hair and crystal blue eyes, something that was carried in the family DNA.
“You are Westin’s sister?” Janet asked.
“My twin sister, Belle.” Wells dragged the two of them into Janet’s room and urged, “Hurry. We don’t have much time!”
Don’t have much time for what?” Tanot aclzed
“Don’t have much time for what?” Janet asked.
Yet neither one of the twins answered.
Belle wrenched her closet door open and started laying out clothes and accessories. on the bed for a match, while her twin brother walked around the room, looking at everything with a critical eye.
“This is the room Westin gave you?” he tsked, “As his Queen, you should be living in a grand suite, with your bed made of gold and walls adorned with diamond!” “Westin is so stupid,” Belle rolled her eyes, measuring an Ivory dress on Janet.
“A total dickhead.” Wells agreed, “How much longer, Belle?”
“Almost ready!”
Belle shoved a dress, a pair of high heels, and some accessories into Janet’s arms and pushed her into the bathroom, “Go change, Janet. Hurry!”
Janet still had no clue of what these two were up to.
As soon as she finished dressing, the twins yanked her out of her room and took her rushing down the hallway.
“Th–Thank god you are pretty and don’t need any makeup,” Belle said between breaths, running by her side. “I envy your rosy lips…”
‘Save your breath!” Wells hissed.
“Can somebody tell me where we are going?” Janet groaned.
They didn’t stop until they reached the courtyard garden on the ground floor.
The courtyard garden flourished in a riot of colors and fragrances.
Delicate blossoms adorned the landscape like a vibrant tapestry, weaving hues of pink, purple, and white.
A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, while the soothing melodies of harp and violin filled the air.
Under the shade of an ancient willow tree, a group of ladies were gathered for an elegant tea party.
There was Agnes of course, and the rest of her little gang.