CHAPTER 887: CHAPTER 887: NEVER WAKING UP AGAIN

In the room.

"Your Highness, the reason the Princess suddenly fainted might be related to some sudden shock," Dexter said gravely after examining Ann Vaughn. "But fortunately, she just fainted this time and will wake up soon."

Sensing there was more to it, Warren Vance’s expression darkened slightly. "Go on."

"Ryan Wyatt’s Puppetry Technique has caused severe mental trauma to the Princess. Although she seems normal on the surface, if stimulated by past memories, she might not be able to endure the pain of reliving that mental trauma, which could become life-threatening."

This was a conclusion Dexter reached privately with Ryan Wyatt, based on Ann Vaughn’s current condition.

Ryan Wyatt also said that the aftereffects of the Puppetry Technique couldn’t be healed with medication.

The best course is to avoid letting Ann Vaughn touch upon past events, to prevent excessive stimulation and the risk of her not waking up again...

Warren Vance turned his head, coldly asking Betty, "Who did the Princess meet today? What did she talk about with them?"

Betty immediately recounted Ann Vaughn’s itinerary from morning to afternoon. "...Later, Princess Kira came to invite the Princess for a walk in the garden, and didn’t let me follow."

Princess Kira might appear childlike, but as a royal who grew up safely, she couldn’t be all that simple.

She’s well aware of what can and can’t be said to Ann Vaughn.

However, that doesn’t mean others might not speak recklessly in front of Ann Vaughn.

"Your Highness, should I retrieve today’s surveillance footage from the garden?" Seeing Warren Vance’s expression turning cold, Quinn Bishop stepped forward and offered.

"Yes, go ahead."

"Understood."

But because Kressiel’s position was right at the camera’s blind spot, the footage only captured Ann Vaughn suddenly disappearing from the path, without showing Kressiel’s face.

"Someone’s tampered with the surveillance," Warren Vance said, lightly tapping on the keyboard, a cold gleam in his eyes. "Thoroughly investigate who entered and exited the garden today."

Suddenly, recalling something, Warren Vance paused, a sinister smile curling his lips. "No need for that. Go check if Kressiel went to the garden today."

Quinn Bishop seemed to understand something and nodded, "Yes, Your Highness."

...

Since White Mandala only grows in Gothasen Royal City, those outside wishing to see it have to watch the live stream on the national website just to get a glimpse.

Moreover, Gothasen even holds a festival specifically for the blooming of the White Mandala, from the day it blooms and the following two days.

This is also Gothasen’s only annual occasion to open its website and video forums to the public, allowing the world to watch the blooming of the national flower together, an undeniably grand event.

Though the outside world only sees the blooming through live stream footage, the Royal Family of Gothasen can sit on an open-air balcony before the flower fields, overlooking the blossoming beauty from above.

But Ann Vaughn and Kira didn’t join the crowd on the terrace; instead, they stealthily slipped into the flower fields.

"I don’t get them at all. Standing here gives a clearer view than sitting up there, yet they insist on posturing," Kira said, dragging Ann Vaughn over to the pavilion, "it’s all for our benefit!"

Ann Vaughn curved her lips into an involuntary smile.

Those on the terrace are all royal members, with cameras sweeping across during the live stream, their every move is magnified under the viewers’ eyes—it’s only fitting to keep themselves composed.

Take Princess Nigelle, for example; she had designers create over a dozen dresses in one month for tonight’s live stream, aiming to outshine everyone.

Looking across the field, only Ann Vaughn and Kira seemed unconcerned, wearing the most expensive dresses and going about the wildest ways.

"By the way, did you explain things to your father properly?" Having reached the pavilion, Ann Vaughn caught her breath and asked Kira.

Kira nodded vigorously, proudly saying, "After he got older, my father’s ears got pretty soft. I sweet-talked him with a few words and got Delina placed on house arrest!"

This is also why Delina didn’t show up tonight.

Ann Vaughn casually tied up her long hair, smiling at Kira’s words, "Your father really dotes on you."

At those words, a hint of melancholy swept through Ann Vaughn’s eyes.

Warren Vance said she was an orphan, without a mother or a father, adopted at a young age but not liked by the family that took her in.

She didn’t have any friends, either.

Whenever she thought about this, Ann Vaughn couldn’t help wondering just how much of a failure her life was before she lost her memory.

As she thought about it, she recalled Kressiel.

Kressiel seemed to know her, and quite well, but Ann Vaughn couldn’t be sure if it was real or fake...

"Sister, sister!" Just as Ann Vaughn got lost in thought, Kira suddenly tugged on her arm in excitement, "Look! The White Mandala is blooming!"

Ann Vaughn snapped out of her reverie, holding her breath as she looked towards the flower field.

A nocturnal breeze swept through, and those tightly closed, bashful white buds slowly unfurled their petals, blooming gently in the cool evening breeze.

One after another, they twirled, dancing under the moonlight like little figures.

But...

Ann Vaughn exclaimed in surprise, looking at the White Mandala closest to her, "The petals, they’re transparent?!"

She placed her finger under a petal, able to see everything clearly through it.

The flower center of the White Mandala was a vivid red, making the precisely nine crystalline petals even more enchanting than jelly.

Beside her, Kira was too awestruck to speak, continuously taking photos.

Ann Vaughn was filled with wonder, leaning in to smell the White Mandala’s fragrance, rich but not overwhelming, very luscious.

Unaware, she was on camera five or six times already during the live stream.

No matter how long the cameraman focused on Ann Vaughn, the viewers in the live stream remained unsatisfied.

"Is the cameraman even competent? How can someone with such skill be a national cameraman??"

"Cameraman, focus a close-up! I want to adore the Princess’s unparalleled beauty up close... Not Princess Nigelle! Get the camera off that flamboyant woman!!"

"Ah, that glance back from the Princess almost made my heart explode gahh! Right now, I wish I could become the Crown Prince, walking under the moonlight with the Princess!"

"But the Crown Prince isn’t even here; what’s the point of wanting to become him? If it were me, I’d want to become the flower in the Princess’s hand, oh, how envious I am I’m bursting."

"The Princess doesn’t look too well. Is she not fully recovered yet? Are there any friends working in The Royal City that can update us on the Princess’s health??"

The live stream chat was buzzing, mostly with people from Gothasen, while viewers from other countries watched quietly to avoid international disputes caused by ill-timed comments.

Similarly, viewers from S Country in the live stream fell into a deep confusion.