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qAs the thought of a potential opportunity to escape crossed her mind, Francesca replied to Norah, “Anything's fine with me. You can pick any gown or jewelry.”

“That's great. I'll arrange for a stylist right away.” With that, Norah scurried off to get in touch with other household staff.

Francesca gobbled up the delicious lunch before preparing to take a nap. She mumbled, “I want to sleep for a bit. Wake me up a little later.”

“Sure. I'll wake you up at three. You still need to shower and do makeup and get dressed for the banquet.”

“Hmm.”

Francesca flipped over and hugged a pillow, falling asleep quickly.

Norah shook her head and smiled to herself. She reminded the maids to move around quietly so they would not disturb Francesca.

A short while later, Francesca's phone began vibrating under her pillow. She fumbled for it annoyedly and saw that it was a call from Anthony. She answered it, and he asked, “Where are you, Francesca?”

“What's up?” Francesca growled softly.

“I'm worried about those metal pieces in your brain, so I'm calling to remind you to go for surgery soon. You're a doctor, and you know better than anyone else how serious the situation is. You can't delay it any further.”

Francesca replied flatly, “I know.”

up fully after Anthony's call. Francesca hardly considered the metal pieces a complex issue, and

eyes on the back of her head. Attempting to operate on the back of her head

throbbed in pain over the past two days, though it was more an

doctor, she always prioritized the health of her patients, yet she always put her own well-being on

might have forgotten all about the metal pieces in her

a good long while, prompting Anthony to call out, “Hello?

jolted back to reality and said, “I know it's urgent.

you to Erihal?” Anthony suddenly sounded anxious as he demanded, “Did he lock

plan can you think of? I can settle

“But—”

enough. Let's

on him and rubbed her

idea instead of banking on false hope. Still, I could get to know new people at these banquets. Maybe someone like Eva could bring me away from the castle. Then, I'll have a better shot at escaping. That has got to be better

Francesca mulled over her escape plan. “Are you awake, Ms.

am. You may come

yawned and crawled

a few maids and stylists, ready to assist her during her bath and

headache. She declared, “Don't trouble yourselves. A

“But-”