At that moment, upon hearing what Princess Sophia had just said, Tyler’s expression shifted slightly. His brows drew together as though something heavy had been placed upon his shoulders. He was taken aback, not because her words frightened him, but because deep down, without being told, he could sense that whatever she wanted to reveal was of great weight to her. He could feel it in her voice, in the seriousness of her eyes, that this was not some trivial matter. It was something she had carried within herself for a long time, something she had chosen to bury until now.The fact that he, with all his perception, could not detect the sickness in her body made it even more unsettling for him. Tyler had always trusted his own eyes and instincts, yet this time they failed him. That alone was mind-blowing. It told him that what she carried was not ordinary, not something anyone could casually pick up. It made him even more curious, and determined.But instead of pressing further, he gave

At that moment, upon hearing what Victoria had just said, Nathaniel Jr. was completely taken aback. For a few seconds, he could hardly process the words, as if his mind had played a trick on him. He quickly straightened in his seat, his brows furrowing as he repeated slowly, almost disbelievingly, “Wait… are you telling me that fool Tyler actually picked Princess Sophia, not Naomi?”On the other end of the line, Victoria ’s voice came soft but steady, confirming without hesitation. “Yes, that was exactly what happened. He did not choose Princess Naomi. He actually picked Princess Sophia.”Immediately Nathaniel Jr.’s lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned back against the chair, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction. A low chuckle escaped him before he said with growing excitement, “Well… well, this is very good news. A very, very good one indeed. Do you know what this means? It means I don’t need to trouble myself about that boy anymore. He’s no longer standing in my way! This is

At that moment, Victoria didn’t say anything. The silence on the line dragged longer than Nathaniel Jr. expected, and it pricked his patience. He had laid everything out clearly, offered her the freedom to name her price, and yet she just stayed quiet, as though weighing a thousand thoughts in her mind. His breathing grew heavy, frustration simmering beneath his voice.“Victoria,” he finally said, pressing his words firmly, “I’m not asking you to give me an immediate answer now. I know this is a heavy decision, and I’m not unreasonable. But I need you to think about it. Don’t drag this for long. Take at least two days no more. Within two days, I want to hear from you. Accept my proposal, and we move forward. Refuse, and… well, just remember, opportunity like this doesn’t come often.”There was a tense pause before Victoria’s voice broke through, calm yet cautious. “No problem then. I will think about it,” she said softly. “I’ll give it the attention it deserves, and I’ll get back to y

At that moment, the miraculous doctor raised his eyebrow sharply, his gaze narrowing into a cold slit as though he were trying to pierce into James’s very soul. His voice came out low, edged with suspicion and command. “So… who is this Victoria you speak of, by the way?”James immediately bowed his head lower, his tone respectful but hurried, knowing full well that every word he spoke carried weight. “Master, Victoria is no ordinary servant. She is the spy we planted inside the palace long ago. Strategically placed so that she could move undetected within the royal walls. She has been carefully feeding us information over the years. She is the personal maid to Princess Naomi. Through her, we have gained access to the most guarded truths of the royal household. Master, I hope you haven’t forgotten your initial motive when you sent me and others into motion.”The miraculous doctor leaned back in his chair, his brows knitting together as though he was retrieving a memory from deep within

Inside a lavishly decorated living room, the kind of place that was meant to show off wealth and power, the air was heavy with tension. The curtains were drawn, shutting out the daylight, and only the warm glow of the chandelier poured over the room. On the shining marble floor, three men knelt side by side, their shoulders bent forward and their heads bowed so low they could barely breathe right. Shame clung to them like a second skin, but it wasn’t shame alone it was fear. Standing before them was London’s grandfather, his presence fierce, towering, and impossible to ignore. He was no ordinary old man his eyes were sharp like steel, his jaw tight with rage, and his hand still red from the heat of the slaps he had already delivered. The men bore the marks of his anger. Their faces were swollen, their lips torn at the corners, and blood trailed lazy lines down from smashed noses. One of them blinked rapidly through eyes heavy with swelling. Another dared not wipe off the trickle of b