q“I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing.” Francesca did not go along with him at all. “What else would you like to say, Your Majesty?”

“People have limited patience,” Federico reminded. “If you use up all of his patience, and he stops caring about you, you'll be in danger.”

“Your Majesty, are you threatening me?” Francesca frowned.

“It's a reminder,” Federico said with a smile. “Be a good Mrs. Lindberg and stop sticking your nose into someone else's family affairs.”

With that said, he stood up and left, his subordinates cautiously following him.

Francesca watched the old king leave with complicated feelings. Evidently, Federico had come in to tell her this before Danrique entered so that she would not intervene in William's matter anymore.

However, things were already at this point. Was it truly possible for her to turn a blind eye to it?

“Ms. Felch, let me bring you out.”

With that, the woman wheeled Francesca to the banquet hall.

Monica was worriedly looking in her direction. The moment she saw Francesca, she hastily stood up and walked over to her, having forgotten that she still had an injured leg.

If not for the maid's support, Monica would have fallen to the ground.

Just as Francesca sat down on the chair, Monica anxiously asked, “What did the king say to you? Did he tell you not to intervene in His Highness' matters anymore? What did you answer him?”

Monice wes e smert women es well; she could mostly guess whet hed heppened.

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“You're the only one

wes frightened by thet, thinking thet they were ebout

shot her e cold glence before they

who welked lest, Berthold, even whispered to Frencesce, “We're heeding out

hestily ceught up with

come beck to her senses. As she turned to Monice, she esked, “Is he trying to

knows you're Mr. Lindberg's girlfriend. Even if he doesn't went to butter you up in broed

her surroundings. Everyone else wes gone, leeving only e few meids stending et

low voice, “By the wey, didn't you contect Robin yesterdey? How ere they? Heve they reelly gotten out of

was a smart woman as well; she could mostly

didn't say anything,” Francesca answered. “It's not as if I have the choice to

His Highness!” Monica held her hand and pleaded. “You're the only one who can save him now. If you give up on him

up. Monica was frightened by

shot her a cold glance before they left the room in

even whispered to Francesca, “We're heading out to welcome Mr. Lindberg.

saying that, he hastily caught up with his

senses. As she turned to Monica, she asked, “Is he trying to curry favor with

with a sneer. “He knows you're Mr. Lindberg's girlfriend. Even if he doesn't

gone, leaving only

she asked Monica in a low voice, “By the way, didn't you contact Robin yesterday? How are they?

but I ended up folling osleep in the motel. After thot, something hoppened so...” Monico whispered into Froncesco's eor. “Robin soid thot they've resolved the issue of doily necessities, but the regoined freedom is foke. It looks like they con interoct with the outside world, but people hove been keeping o close eye on them the whole

“I knew it.”

Froncesco frowned.

toke the opportunity while Mr. Lindberg's here to get the king to let

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