Chapter 150: Chapter 150

She shook her head quickly, her wet eyes fixed on him, "It’s not serious. Your Highness, can you stay with me for a while? I’ve wanted to talk to you all day but haven’t had the chance."

Arthur Bennett reached out his hand and slid it inside her collar, "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything would be good to chat about."

Seeing her pitiful look, Arthur’s heart softened, "I’ll stay tonight."

Stellan Quinn’s eyes lit up, "Really?"

"I said it myself, wouldn’t you say it’s real?" Arthur said, starting to take off his shoes.

Stellan instinctively lay further inside, leaving space for him. She had a smile on her face, pondering that Grace’s suggestion really worked, as he indeed agreed to stay.

Flora Palmer couldn’t overlook his movements.

"Miss, His Highness has gone to Laura’s room, and the... lights there have already gone out."

The person reporting to her was Lewis, a bodyguard specifically arranged by Frederick Palmer to stay by her side.

"Is that so?" Flora had long accepted the fact that her husband was secretly seeking new affection, so upon hearing this, she didn’t feel particularly hurt emotionally. After all, she and Arthur didn’t know each other before marriage, not to mention any deep feelings.

"Miss, you should rest early. I will take my leave."

Flora got up and walked to the bathroom to cleanse herself, gently wiping her face with cotton pads, her movements slow.

After washing, she lay on the bed, but inexplicably felt even the air was filled with suffocating tension. Googlᴇ search 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱

She wanted to leave the Presidential Mansion, to be free and unencumbered like before.

She wanted to find a reliable man, have a child, and live a peaceful life.

But she didn’t know if she would ever have the chance to do so again.

Indeed, to survive in the future is uncertain, let alone daring to hope for such things.

After searching for several days, they still hadn’t found Lucy Eaton and Emma Bennett, putting the police under great pressure, given the other party was the son of the President of Country Y, bearing a noble status.

Faced with orders from above, they began to monitor and investigate point by point from the roads outside the hotel, which was conceivably difficult.

But no matter how difficult, they had to get to the bottom of it.

The police efficiency was still high; after a week of investigation, they finally narrowed down the bustling district.

From surveillance footage, the police found that Emma was not being held captive; he was cooperating and compliant.

Moreover, the guard beside him, Evelyn Butler, was actually crossdressing as a woman, simply bowing his head with a mask, making his specific features unclear. Thus, from Emma’s wheelchair-bound silhouette, they judged it was the two of them.

From the initial days to this week, twelve days had passed.

These twelve days were indeed arduous for those people.

Now there was finally a clue, what are we waiting for? Immediately take action to capture them.

But while the main streets of the bustling district have surveillance, the alleyways inside did not.

Thus, they had to inspect each one individually after entering the alleys.

Disappointingly, when they found Emma’s place, by then, it was already vacant, with only the traces of life remaining the same.

After investigation, the criminal investigation team determined, "There’s still food cooking in the pot, they must have fled upon catching wind of it, they certainly haven’t run far, split up immediately for chase."

Personnel swiftly dispatched, everyone ran out vigorously as if injected with adrenaline.

When the footsteps completely disappeared, Lucy Eaton and Emma Bennett crawled out from beneath the floor mat where she slept.

It was a pit large enough to fit two people that Lucy had dug herself, just in case they couldn’t run in time and could temporarily hide, hoping to escape capture.

Unexpectedly, it really came in handy.

Lucy dusted herself off and then him, "They’ve gone, we can eat now."

"Shouldn’t we hurry and leave here?"

"There’s an inescapable net outside, if we go out now, we’ll be caught, where can we go?" Lucy helped him to the bedside, then began serving the meal, "They definitely wouldn’t think we’re still here."

Emma considered it too, "How long can we hide? Eventually, we’ll have to face them."

"Of course, I still hope you’ll become President. For now, there are two purposes for hiding: one, stabilizing the condition of your head; two, temporarily evading assassination. Without these days here, we don’t know how many times we would have been hunted down, with no surveillance in this alley, they’ve probably checked every household, so afraid we’d be recognized and reported when stepping out..."

Just as the words were said, the landlord’s voice came from outside.

He then came in, seeing them there, the landlord was somewhat stupefied, "That group earlier was looking for you, weren’t they? Did you hide? They’re still out there searching for you, what’s with the pit?"

"As you guessed, we hid in this pit when they came just now. We apologize for digging a hole in your house. We’ll compensate you." Saying so, she pulled out a thousand bucks for the landlord, "Here, take this."

The landlord satisfactorily accepted it, "Digging a pit isn’t much of a concern, but you’re quite the clever woman. When they came for inquiries, I said I didn’t know, but eventually, they checked this yard."

"Since they’ve searched here, they shouldn’t come again."

The landlord nodded, "I believe so too, they have your husband’s photo but not yours, your husband doesn’t go out much, and given your circumstances, apart from my family, outsiders don’t know your husband’s incapacitated state, so living here doesn’t seem problematic."

"Thank you, landlord, you’re truly kind."

"Everyone has their difficulties; helping when possible isn’t much of a concern. Well, I won’t stay here any longer, enjoy your meal, remember to close the main door."

After sending off the landlord, Lucy closed the main door.

"If the police don’t come back, we can stay here for a while longer."

"That would be best, if we’re destined to face it, I still wish to stay here longer, after all, such opportunities aren’t available anytime."

Lucy didn’t say much else. If not for his medical condition, she’d actually prefer to return soon because she didn’t want her family worrying about her, and she missed Jacob Green.

Longing for someone perhaps felt this way, very urgent yet impossible to act promptly and meet them.

She didn’t dare even switch on her phone.

But she couldn’t voice these thoughts to Emma.

Because his condition was gradually improving; the frequency and intensity of his headaches had lessened, his sleep quality had also gotten better at night.

It was the result of peaceful recuperation combined with her treatment.

His brain damage was long-term and progressive, to restore to its former state was very difficult, but to stabilize it and prevent worsening, she could manage in the short term.