Chapter 108: Chapter 108

She quickly turned and left, taking the door with her.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he came out.

From his movements, Lucy Eaton concluded that he was blind.

"May I ask, what is this place?"

"It’s the Presidential Mansion. The bullet in your body has been extracted, and the wound has been treated and bandaged. The clothes on the carpet are prepared for you, go change into them." The tone was much better than before.

Lucy suddenly realized his identity, "You’re the Second Highness..."

She almost called out the name but stopped herself, "Thank you for saving my life. If not for your rescue, I might have been left hanging by the roadside as a unique sight."

After speaking, she picked up the maid’s clothes from the carpet and went to the bathroom to change.

Just as she stepped into the bathroom, a man’s exclamation echoed from outside, "Your Highness, Your Highness..."

She opened the door and went out, only to see Emma Bennett sitting by the bedside, looking pale and uncomfortable.

Lucy asked, "Is His Highness having a headache?"

Nick nodded, "You stay with His Highness, I’ll get the medicine."

Lucy saw that Emma Bennett was in severe pain and extended her hands to the spot he was pressing.

Her hand injury added to her pain every time she exerted pressure.

Her force was moderate and accurate, and surprisingly, he calmed down quickly.

When Nick returned with the medicine, he saw her massaging Emma Bennett and immediately rebuked, "What are you doing?! Do you know..."

"Nick." Emma Bennett stopped him from continuing, "My head doesn’t hurt that much now."

Nick was stunned, "Then, Your Highness, do you still need to take medicine?"

"No need." Emma Bennett ordered Nick, "Go see her out of the Presidential Mansion."

"Your Highness, the security guards informed me when I went down to get the medicine that the Presidential Mansion has been fully secured from today. No one is allowed to enter or exit for three days, and afterward, only those with clearance can leave."

"Last night, some forces infiltrated the Presidential Mansion with female agents aiming to assassinate the President. They couldn’t even make it past the main entrance before being discovered, and it’s said they fled heavily injured."

Could it be referring to her?

"Your Highness, that female agent is definitely not me." She hastened to clarify, "I appeared by the roadside this morning because I was kidnapped and taken there. The soil on me was from when they tried to bury me alive, and I crawled out of the pit."

"Kidnapped?" Emma Bennett pursued, "Who kidnapped you and where?"

"The Palmer Family, the Palmer Corporation’s family. After Mr. Palmer was attacked yesterday afternoon, the culprits didn’t stop. When they went to grab Miss Palmer again, they mistakenly took me as Miss Palmer and abducted me. If you don’t believe me, Your Highness, you can investigate. With just a check, you’ll know I’m telling the truth."

"Are you a maid for the Palmer Family?" Emma Bennett deduced from her referring to Mr. and Miss Palmer.

Lucy didn’t want to lie, but now being suspected as the female agent attempting to assassinate the President, she knew if she revealed her true identity and Emma Bennett didn’t believe her, it would lead to a major incident, especially if he thought her father was the mastermind behind some forces.

Lucy naturally knew her real name was well-known nationally, as she’s the daughter of the Prime Minister.

"The ’He’ in ’Hemp.’"

Emma Bennett instructed his subordinate, "Nick, contact the people outside to secretly investigate and see if she’s telling the truth."

Lucy wanted to leave but couldn’t, and borrowing a phone to call home seemed impossible as she was still under suspicion.

So she wisely chose not to speak further. The pain in her abdomen was unbearable, and she couldn’t help but inquire, "Your Highness, may I sit down?"

Only then did Lucy hurriedly and gently sit on the carpet by the bed.

His room didn’t even have a sofa.

Perhaps he disliked it?

The room fell silent, and Lucy sitting upright against the bedside couldn’t help but say, "I’ve lost so much blood. How many buns and vegetables do I need to eat to replenish it? Poor me, I’ve suffered a lot." Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveIＦire.net

Emma Bennett couldn’t help but laugh, "No one cares for you, so you’re caring for yourself?"

"Of course, I’ve walked through the gates of hell. Not everyone can survive, and I feel remarkable and truly brave."

"Your Highness, can we discuss something?"

"When my identity is confirmed, could you think of a way to get me out of the Presidential Mansion? I’ll hold your great kindness in my heart forever, and if you ever need my help, I’ll do it regardless of risks."

"What skills do you have to serve me?"

"Don’t underestimate people. Everything in the world exists for a reason. Since I’m alive, I must have my specialties. Maybe I’ll give you a pleasant surprise one day, who knows?"

Despite being blind, Emma Bennett habitually looked towards the direction of her voice, though he couldn’t see anything, "Although I’ve saved your life unexpectedly, don’t assume my place is a refuge where you can stay for free. If you aren’t proven to be an assassin once Nick returns, wait here for a few days until we give you a proper identity before you can leave the Presidential Mansion."

Lucy felt reassured hearing this. She thought this Second Highness seemed quite compassionate, but soon her opinion would change.

"Upon confirming I’m not an assassin, could I use the phone here to call my family?"

Lucy didn’t understand, "Why?"

"I don’t want anyone other than my subordinates to know I’ve saved you, including your family."

"What about the doctor treating me..."

This person is strange, doing good deeds without wanting recognition.

"I won’t say anything, isn’t that okay?"

"To eliminate any possibility, I won’t give you the chance."

After a few silent seconds, she said, "My family will be worried about me."

"Worry is temporary. If it brings unnecessary trouble for me, this rescue will turn into bad news."

"Unnecessary trouble?" Lucy really couldn’t fathom how a phone call could trouble him.

She thought long and hard, ultimately hitting upon a point—all communication devices within the Presidential Mansion are monitored.

When she voiced her guess, Emma Bennett was slightly surprised by her insight but didn’t deny it, "This isn’t like outside; it’s not as free."