Said No to the Prince and Yes to the King novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Look Into Margaret

The royal doctor flinched. He dropped to his knees and didn’t dare say a word.

Only when Christopher told him to get out did he scramble to his feet and hurry away.

Christopher closed his eyes in pain and pressed a hand to his head.

It wasn’t just his wound anymore. His head was starting to hurt, too.

“Roy.” he said. “Go to the Prime Minister’s Estate.”

Forshed

His attendant, Roy Heath, stepped inside from the doorway. “Your Highness, you’re not going yourself?”

Christopher shook his head. “How am I supposed to go back on my word now? Next month, I’ll marry Stella–but only as Royal Consort. What will she think? How will people laugh at her? I can’t face her. Just let me be for now.”

Roy lowered his gaze. “Understood.”

Christopher ordered, “Go get one of those Silver Elixirs from her. If she asks, tell her I’ve already gone to sleep.”

“Yes, Your Highness.” Roy then left quietly.

Once the room fell silent, Christopher’s mind refused to quiet down.

He kept thinking about Margaret.

Looking back, she really has devoted herself to me completely.

How did things end up like this?

Is it jealousy?

She doesn’t want to share me. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to marry me with Stella.

All over something so small, she has caused such a huge scene. Everyone knows about it.

She really is impossible.

But Christopher couldn’t quite figure one thing out.

How has Uncle Theodore gotten involved? How have the two of them ended up tangled together?

So suddenly.

And what is this about saving his life?

Since when did Margaret have the ability to save anyone?

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

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Chapter 45 Look Into Margaret

He called out again, “And look into Margaret. Find out what she’s been doing.”

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Finished

Deep in the night at the Prime Minister’s Estate, inside a scenic courtyard, the peaceful quiet was shattered by screaming and crying.

“Useless! All of you are useless! Not one of you is worth anything–every single one of you is worthless!” Stella’s voice was hysterical.

As she screamed, she grabbed everything she could reach and threw it to the floor.

The night should have been still. Instead, her courtyard echoed with crashes and bangs. The once tidy room was now a disaster. Beautiful ornaments lay shattered on the ground. Even her clothes and blankets had been tossed aside.

If you looked closely, strands of hair were tangled in the fabric.

Nadja stood aside, trembling. Beside her, two other maids shook just as badly. None of them dared look up

at Stella.

Stella was burning with rage. “I told you to find a doctor–you couldn’t. I told you to take care of my hair- you couldn’t. What good are any of you? You’re all useless.”

She swept the tablecloth–and everything on it–to the floor. Then she slumped onto a nearby chair, her eyes full of tears.

Stella shouted, “Prince Theodore stepped on my hand. Are you all blind? Not one of you saw it. When you should speak, you go mute. What good are your eyes and tongues?

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