Chapter 5
At the time when the Duke and Duchess of Avery were agonizing over what to do next, Anne was crossing the palace corridors. After disguising her bed with cushions, she had secretly slipped out of the bedroom and was now busily searching for the prince’s room. She didn’t know the complicated layout of the palace at all, but her heart was in a hurry.
She had really caused a major incident. Something that couldn’t even be compared to climbing walls or hanging from chandeliers before. The original story hadn’t even properly begun yet, and she had already sent the male lead halfway to the underworld.
At this rate, there was no way to predict how the story would unfold. Her plan to let things flow roughly according to the original and then find her own life had been completely ruined before it even began.
Worst of all, in the worst-case scenario, not only the villainess Anne Agnes but even the entire Avery Ducal House could be executed. They still didn’t feel like her real parents yet, but the Duke and Duchess of Avery were good people. For them to be executed because of an evil spirit inside their daughter, or at least something like an evil spirit, was absolutely unacceptable.
As Anne hurried about on her small feet, she spotted a servant passing by. She quickly hid behind a large vase. Being small had its advantages at times. Another maid asked the one carrying a bucket,
“What in the world happened?”
“I heard the prince was badly injured. But the surgery went well.”
“Surgery? How did that even happen?!”
The maid who had just heard the news made a big fuss in surprise. Anne, hiding behind the vase, was also startled. Had it been serious enough to require surgery? And she hadn’t even known that the medical technology here was advanced enough for surgical operations.
The maid who had been running errands in and out of the operating area lowered her voice and whispered,
“Well…”
Anne perked up her ears. But aside from the words “the prince,” she couldn’t hear a single thing. She frowned.
The maid who had gotten the big news without her raised her voice.
“Oh my, really? Then what did Her Majesty say?”
“She’s with him. His Highness is still resting, so let’s go around the other way.”
“Right. We shouldn’t disturb them.”
The maids headed toward the opposite end of the corridor. That decided Anne’s direction as well. She waited until their footsteps faded, then hurried along.
The path the two women had not taken. If she went this way, Logan’s room had to be there.
Unlike the heavily guarded exterior, security inside the palace was actually rather loose. Since entry was strictly controlled, there probably seemed to be no need for vigilance. It was late at night, so there were few servants moving about. From Anne’s perspective, that worked out well in many ways.
She had roughly found the direction, but all the doors were closed, so there was no way to tell which room belonged to the prince. She peeked around doorways, choosing only the rooms that looked especially important, when she heard a commotion in the distance.
“You’ve all worked hard. I’m sorry, but please gather again early tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Thank you for your hard work.”
A group of people came pouring out of one room. Using the instincts she had developed over the past half year, Anne scanned them. Their clothing was too plain for nobles, and they carried thick books under their arms along with monocles. They were clearly physicians or scholars. She had ended up meeting quite a few of those herself.
Anne waited until they moved farther away, then crept forward. Fortunately, the last person to leave had taken quite a while. One of the doors remained slightly open. Crouching down, Anne peered through the gap.
The first thing she saw was a tall bed. Logan was sitting against the headboard. He was awake. Anne felt a little relieved. At least it didn’t seem like he had been injured badly enough to die.
She also saw the queen sitting on a long sofa with a gloomy expression. The physician standing beside the bed spoke with a grave face.
“Unfortunately… the injury is in a very unfavorable area.”
“What do you mean…?”
Logan replied weakly. The physician seemed unable to bring himself to answer right away. The pitiful prince turned his head toward his mother on the sofa.
“Mother, what does this…”
But she, too, couldn’t speak immediately. Clearing his throat, the physician continued in a heavy voice.
“Fortunately, the p***s and one… t******e were not severely damaged and should recover soon. However, the other one…”
The boy’s smooth forehead wrinkled deeply. The girl watching from outside the door also covered her mouth in shock. Th, then, it really was there that she hit.
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