The Heir's Secret Bride

Chapter 437

Fiora's teeth chattered as panic set in. She knew her uncle wasn't bluffing. He really would throw her out of the palace if he

had to.

Desperate, Fiora tried to play on his sympathy, bringing up her mother. "Uncle, Mother's health is already fragile. If she hears about this, it could be too much for her."

Tom's expression turned frigid. He'd thought Fiora was just spoiled and reckless, but he hadn't expected her to manipulate even her own mother's condition to avoid punishment. At that moment, he lost any last hope of redeeming her.

"From now on," Tom said coldly, "you're no longer Princess Fior. You'll work as a maid in the palace for three months. After that, we'll see if you've earned back your title."

The words hit Fiora like a thunderclap, and her face crumpled as tears welled up. 'How can he do this to me? I was born a princess! What right did he have to take that away? Fiora thought

News of Fiora's demotion quickly spread throughout the palace. Nurses at Royal Hospital whispered about the fall of the once-proud princess.

"My uncle's a viscount, and yesterday, I saw the princess, or maid now, scrubbing floors with a sour face!" one nurse laughed. "I remember her sneering, 'I'm a princess. Who do you think you are? Well, look at her now!" another said. "None of the other princes or princesses act as spoiled as her," a nurse said.

"Isn't the royal family embarrassed by this?" someone asked.

"It's more than punishment. Fiora abused her status to kidnap someone. This is a warning to everyone else," another nurse said.

could get through to her, this might be it, though Maeve found it unlikely. Beside Maeve, Byron sighed, watching her practically

saying, "It's like hearing a live broadcast. They're saying Fiora tried to cry to the help

queen

for

attention. "Oh! Apparently, there's a princess who wraps herself in plastic wrap at banquets to look

there's the eighteenth prince of Rebon who once got so drunk he thought he was a goldfish and

fooling around in broad daylight. Before Maeve could delve further, Byron scooped her up. Startled, Maeve clutched his neck, her eyes

to hear what happened

to the ward. Maeve mumbled complaints the entire

for juicy palace

and, picking up a plump peach from

fruit, Maeve's

the fruit knife to peel the fruit, Maeve's expression changed instantly. When she saw the tip of the knife pointing toward her, a wave of dizziness hit her. Her legs went weak, and she sank into a seat. Luckily, the bed was behind her. The sudden movement made a loud sound, and her legs felt numb from

al

going on he put the knife

still feeling unwell?" Byron asked as he walked over and gently lifted her into his arms. He spoke softly,

suddenly appeared in her mind, making her grab Byron's arm. "Can you help me find a few things? Needles and scissors."

Maeve replied, clenching