Faced with Arielle's insistence, Dylan stopped pressuring her to go to the hospital.
Still, he cautioned, “Then, monitor yourself carefully when you're resting at home. Apart from that, you shouldn't go to medical school for the time being. When your wound eventually recovers, get it checked one last time at the hospital. There is plenty of staff in Paelsford Manor. Feel free to instruct them to help you around the manor. Don't try to do everything alone and risk injuring yourself further.”
His incessant nagging caused Arielle's gaze to darken.
She replied lightly, “I know. Don't worry.”
The chauffeur had brought the car over in the meantime. He got out and opened the front passenger door for Arielle. She exchanged a glance with Vinson before settling in the backseat with him. After bidding Dylan farewell, she ordered the chauffeur to drive off.
Having noticed Arielle sitting with her alleged bodyguard in the backseat, Dylan frowned and asked, “Sybil, don't you think the princess is
exceptionally kind to her bodyguard?”
His words piqued Sybil's suspicions as well.
“You're right. She even argued with Her Majesty so that he could enter the palace,” Sybil muttered.
Dylan's eyes dimmed in response.
Meanwhile, out of the chauffeur's sight, Vinson reached beside him and held Arielle's hand tightly.
Arielle shot him a glance and drew circles in his palm. The ghost of a smile appeared on his face, and he tightened his grip on her hand.
Forty minutes later, the car pulled into Paelsford Manor. Arielle led Vinson into the manor.
During her stay, she maintained a good relationship with the help. When they saw her return with a new bandage around her arm, all of them rushed forward to fawn over her.
“I'm fine. It's just a minor injury,” Arielle reassured them with a smile.
The chef piped up, “Would you like to eat anything? I'll prepare it for you right away. Go upstairs and get some rest in the meantime.”
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