Chapter 147: Chapter 147

"Downstairs," she replied. "When we moved in last night, I had already quietly ordered someone to book the room downstairs and prepared a wheelchair. When we leave, you’ll sit in the wheelchair."

"I’ll change back into women’s clothing and wear a mask. It won’t be easy to recognize me."

Hearing this, Emma Bennett felt relieved.

The hotel floor where they stayed was on the tenth level, but this was not a problem for Lucy Eaton.

She used a very sturdy thick rope with a hook at the balcony railing, and despite this, two subordinates still held onto the rope together, fearing any mishap.

They smoothly landed on the ninth floor balcony.

No one would dare to imagine their boldness in doing such a thing.

Lucy Eaton let Emma Bennett sit in the wheelchair and also put a gentleman’s woven hat on him. Both of them wore masks and left the room.

They exited the hotel smoothly, unnoticed.

About two hundred meters from the hotel’s entrance, she ordered a taxi on her phone to take them to the best hospital.

The hospital was crowded with patients. Using Aaron McCarthy’s ID, she registered him with a medical card at a self-service machine, adding money before getting a consultation number. Get full chapters from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱

They waited nearly three hours before being called.

Another round of various checks followed, and after the results, it was time to wait.

This time, Lucy Eaton not only had Emma Bennett undergo an ophthalmology check but also a brain examination, waiting until nearly three in the afternoon for all the test results.

She didn’t look closely at the ophthalmology result, as she wasn’t skilled in that area, but when she saw the brain examination result, she froze instantly.

"You’ve never gone to the neurology department for a check-up?"

"Haven’t you been having headaches? You haven’t addressed this?"

"Oh, that. I’ve naturally seen it, but the amateurs at the Presidential Mansion prescribed medication that’s only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. They said it was due to my poor sleep quality."

Lucy Eaton pursed her lips without speaking, pushing the wheelchair to the doctor’s office.

The doctor carefully studied the test results, then stepped out, returning after fifteen minutes. "You made a correct decision to voluntarily request brain examinations today. The problem is quite serious. I had a neurologist review your brain and blood test results. They noted severe infection in your brain due to chronic poisoning. You need not only eye treatment but also simultaneous brain treatment. Fortunately, you came for a check-up today, or else, if it progresses so rapidly, the consequences would be dreadful. You lost your sight at six. Have you left your eyes unattended since?"

"No," Emma Bennett replied. "I’ve been taking medication and getting check-ups annually."

"That’s impossible," the doctor stated unequivocally. "If you’ve been controlling it with medication and undergoing check-ups, your eye issues wouldn’t spread to your brain. Moreover, I’ve already mentioned, your brain has been chronically poisoned, which isn’t something accomplished in a day or two."

"Doctor, what’s the current situation with his eyes?"

"We generally encourage hospital patients, but as a doctor regarding the reality of the condition, I don’t want to hide it from you. Forget the eyes, prioritize treating the head problem. You should go to the neurology department instead."

The ophthalmologist’s words were unmistakably clear; there was no solution for the eye problem, prompting them to abandon it.

"Thank you, doctor." Lucy Eaton picked up the examination sheets from the table, pushing Emma Bennett out.

However, they didn’t go to neurology; instead, Lucy Eaton led him out of the hospital’s outpatient department.

Emma Bennett didn’t inquire why they didn’t visit neurology. He didn’t hear her speaking, smiling, he asked, "Are you devastated by my situation?"

"No," Lucy Eaton replied. "We’re heading to the place where medication is wholesaled. The main reason we didn’t go to the neurology department is because if we meet the doctor, they’ll likely request immediate hospitalization. Even though we’re using Aaron McCarthy’s identity, once you don’t return to the hotel, they’ll quickly trace you to the hospital, so we can’t stay at the hospital for long."

"We won’t return," Lucy Eaton said. "I’ve already sent messages to our people."

"If we don’t return, it’ll be disastrous for those few."

"Ethan, Aaron McCarthy, and the other five share their fate, and they seemingly look like your guards. If you’re missing, anyone among them can’t escape responsibility, so they’ll surely come up with a reason. My people aren’t fools; they’ll devise strategies to cope. At worst, we won’t return to the Presidential Mansion again; there are other places to go. Don’t you realize we were already prepared for this when we left? I have a backpack. Now we must hurry to purchase the medication, find lodging and then plan something else."

Emma Bennett had to admire her strategy; she had already planned three or four steps ahead even before executing the next.

"Alright, I’ll listen to you."

"Are you scared?" Lucy Eaton asked.

"Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?"

"Since I agreed to leave the country with you, it means I’m not scared. Although we’ve shared life-and-death experiences, we’ve not known each other for long, and your trust in me has surprised me, especially given the longer time Nick has spent by your side. I always thought you trusted him equally, but after you went to the Prime Minister’s Mansion alone, I changed my view."

"Those who stay longest by my side aren’t necessarily my most trusted ones. Indeed, I’ve been with Nick for a long time; he’s accompanied me for many years, but it doesn’t mean I’ll give him absolute trust in certain matters. Do you know why?"

"I’m unsure whether he’ll be bought by others, but with you, I’m sure," he replied with a slightly hoarse voice. "You heard the ophthalmologist saying I’ve been chronically poisoned for a long time, yet nothing was mentioned during my annual health inspections. My lifestyle at the Presidential Mansion is arranged by Nick single-handedly; don’t you see?"

"He’s someone arranged by my maternal grandfather, who wouldn’t harm me. Now it simply indicates that it was right not to bring him along when leaving the country. He understands my eye condition best, and he knows who’ll occupy the presidency later."

Lucy Eaton hesitated, "Are you saying he’s completely sided with Your Highness?"

"Not entirely sided, especially since my grandfather is still here; he doesn’t dare to act completely. And it’s clear that Arthur doesn’t know you saved us on the mountain."

"Perhaps he knows but chooses not to say it."