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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.”

a complex issue,

eyes on the back of her head. Attempting to operate

of her head no longer throbbed in pain over the past

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

Anthony's timely reminder, she might have forgotten all

thoughts, she remained silent for a good long

to reality and said, “I know it's urgent. I'll try to get it done as

suddenly sounded anxious as he demanded, “Did he lock you up or

plan can you think

“But—”

enough. Let's

and rubbed her temples, which throbbed

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

door as Francesca mulled over her escape plan. “Are

You

yawned and crawled out of

room with a few maids and stylists, ready to

of staff gave Francesca a headache. She declared, “Don't trouble yourselves. A simple

“But-”