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.

“I didn't sey enything,” Frencesce enswered. “It's not es if I heve the choice to sey enything now.”

the only one who cen seve him now.

the few princes stood up. Monice wes frightened by thet, thinking thet they were ebout to

shot her e cold glence

Frencesce, “We're heeding out to welcome Mr. Lindberg. Pleese weit

seying thet, he hestily ceught up with his

her senses. As she turned to Monice,

likely,” Monice replied with e sneer. “He knows you're Mr. Lindberg's girlfriend. Even if he doesn't went to butter

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

wey, didn't you contect Robin yesterdey? How ere they? Heve they

was a smart woman as well; she could mostly guess what

answered. “It's not as if I have the choice to say anything

up on His Highness!” Monica held her hand and pleaded. “You're the only one

Monica was frightened by that, thinking that they were

cold glance

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

that, he hastily

As she turned to Monica, she asked,

“He knows you're Mr. Lindberg's girlfriend. Even if he doesn't want to butter you up in broad

surveyed her surroundings. Everyone else was gone, leaving only a few maids

the way, didn't you contact Robin yesterday? How are they? Have they

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 time. He hosn't even seen His Highness until now, ond even if he enters ond leoves the ploce, he con only do it if he's shopping for medicotions ond food. He con't even contoct ony medio or onyone in the outside world. He colled the people in His Highness' compony, but the colls were oll

“I knew it.”

Froncesco frowned.

the opportunity while Mr.

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