CHAPTER 885: CHAPTER 885: ARE YOU CODDLING A CHILD?

Luckily, Warren Vance doesn’t have mind reading techniques, otherwise, if he heard their inner thoughts, he might just throw them into The Ostaric Sea to feed the fish.

"You just said, unless blind, you wouldn’t marry me." After staring at Ann Vaughn for a few seconds, Warren Vance was the first to look away, calmly stating, "Betty, bring a mirror for the Princess."

"Yes, Your Highness." Betty quickly went to the dressing table to fetch a mirror and handed it to Ann Vaughn.

Ann Vaughn’s fine brows furrowed slightly, puzzled at his intention, but she still reached out to take it.

In the mirror, she saw shallow scars around her eyes, with reddened eyelids. Although they were about to heal, it was not hard to see that her eyes had been injured.

No wonder...

Ann Vaughn lowered her gaze, looking at her fingers, her lips tightly pressed together.

She originally thought that her blurred vision was due to her recent illness, but she didn’t expect her eyes had actually been injured...

Could everything this man says be true?

Seeing her incredulous expression, Warren Vance’s lips curved slightly, continuing, "When I first found you, you were covered in wounds, especially your eyes, which were severely injured. After more than half a year of treatment, your eye injury gradually improved."

"During that period, feelings developed between us, and later, we expressed our feelings to each other, so I proposed to you. Shortly after you agreed to my proposal, you had an accident during an outing, fell down a hill, injured your head, which led to memory loss."

"It’s okay if you can’t remember your past business for now; I will wait for you until you remember."

In Warren Vance’s dark red eyes shimmered deep affection and tenderness, his expression sincere; surely, any woman would be captivated by his gaze.

Moreover, the events he described were a mix of truth and deceit, and without knowing the truth, it would be hard to find any flaws in his words.

Ann Vaughn indeed didn’t notice anything amiss; she frowned in thought for a long time, then shook her head, "I’m sorry, I don’t remember any of it."

"Are you sure there’s nothing you remember?" Warren Vance stared at her, asking gently, "Try to think carefully."

Ann Vaughn initially intended to nod, but her expression suddenly went blank, and blurted out, "Am I...姓 Huo?"

If there was any trace left in her blank mind, it was this inexplicable word.

People are always more sensitive to their own names.

So Ann Vaughn guessed that her surname might be Huo.

Deep in thought, Ann Vaughn didn’t notice the warmth disappearing from Warren Vance’s face, his gaze suddenly turning sharp.

If he remembered correctly, Huo was that man’s surname.

"Your surname is not Huo; it’s Yun, first name Ann." Warren Vance squinted his eyes, speaking indifferently, "Huo is the surname of the person you hate most in this world."

"The person I hate most? What do you mean?"

Warren Vance tilted his head slightly, meeting Ann Vaughn’s puzzled gaze, a sinister yet alluring smile slowly appearing on his lips.

"The vengeance of a murdered mother is as irreconcilable as the heavens."

Ann Vaughn’s breath hitched, stunned for a long while before regaining her senses from the shocking news, "You’re not lying to me? What’s this person’s name?"

Warren Vance, unwilling to discuss further, only said, "You’ve just recovered from a severe illness, too taxing for continued stress; once you get better, I’ll slowly explain these matters to you."

Although Ann Vaughn was dying of curiosity, she refrained from asking further.

No matter what the previous relationship between her and Warren Vance was, at least now, to her, he was just a stranger, and she had no right to demand he divulge what he did not want to talk about.

With these thoughts, Ann Vaughn reached out to pull the quilt, intending to lie back down, only to find that her right hand, just lifted for less than two seconds, fell weakly.

Despite how hard she tried, she couldn’t even lift a corner of the lightweight quilt...

Seeing this, Ann Vaughn’s bright eyes stared blankly, her slender fingers faintly trembling, "What’s wrong with my hand?"

Dr. Dexter and Betty’s hearts clenched, both looking expectantly towards Warren Vance, hoping he’d say something to comfort Ann Vaughn.

"It’s just that it slept longer than you, and hasn’t woken up yet." Warren Vance replied matter-of-factly.

Betty: "..."

Dexter: "..."

Your Highness, are you coaxing a child?

Ann Vaughn is not a child; she naturally wouldn’t believe Warren Vance’s nonsense.

If she wasn’t wrong, there was a high probability that her right hand was...disabled.

Ann Vaughn stared at her right hand for a long time, the dense lashes shielding the emotions in her eyes, a growing sense of helplessness pressing against her heart, making it hard to breathe.

Originally, she was doubtful that Warren Vance might have approached her with a motive.

But who would go to such lengths to deceive a cripple?

How truly ironic.

...

The fact that Ann Vaughn had lost her memory was well concealed by Warren Vance, so much so that even the Second Prince and The Sixth Prince had not received the slightest news.

They had initially planned to send their Princesses to visit Ann Vaughn, supposedly to gather information, but Warren Vance turned them away, citing Ann Vaughn’s need for rest and quiet.

Thus, apart from The Old King, only Kira, a member of The Royal Family, was aware of this.

Kira, with her lively and playful personality, was very friendly; despite Ann Vaughn’s lingering suspicion of those around her, she reluctantly accepted her goodwill.

"Sister, tonight at midnight, the White Mandala will bloom. This is a spectacle you can only see once a year. How about I come find you to watch it together?" Kira affectionately tugged on Ann Vaughn’s arm, pleading coquettishly.

Thanks to Betty’s daily lectures on Gothasen, Ann Vaughn quickly figured out what the White Mandala was.

Seeing Kira’s immense excitement, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help but tease her, "Why do you seem like you’ve never seen it before?"

Even if it’s once a year, Kira should have seen it many times by now, yet she looked as thrilled as if it were her first time.

Could that flower truly be so beautiful?

Kira scratched her head embarrassedly, "I used to watch it with my mother; ever since she passed away, I haven’t gone to see it again."

Mainly for fear of the pain it would bring.

Ann Vaughn remained silent for a moment, then apologized, "I’m sorry, I didn’t know."

"Can’t you tell, sister?" Kira put on a pitiful expression, "I’m just trying to play the pity card to trick you into going to see the flowers with me, boohoo."

Seeing her deliberately playful demeanor, Ann Vaughn’s eyes softened slightly.

It was evident that Kira’s intention of wanting to watch the White Mandala wasn’t genuine; rather, she was worried Ann Vaughn was too cooped up in her room with little chance to go out, fearing she’d get depressed.

Thinking only for her, Ann Vaughn naturally couldn’t bear to reject her good intentions.

"Alright, then where will we meet later?"

"In the flower fields behind the castle! I’ll come to find you then, sister!" Kira couldn’t help but bounce in place, "Oh, and sister, let’s not tell my brother about this, okay?"