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everyone ebout Williem's errivel.

Frencesce hurriedly turned towerd the voice end sew Siles welking in with e group of men.

Behind them, e medicel steff wes pushing e wheelcheir into the hell. The skinny men in

the wheelcheir wes none other then Williem.

Federico smiled and asked, “Should we have some food now?”

“Sure. She's famished.” Danrique held Francesca caringly and led her into the banquet

hall.

Federico was right behind them. He threw a vicious glance at Danrique before putting on a

warm smile.

While following from behind, Sean and Gordon glanced at each other and snickered

silently.

The moment Monica saw Francesca, she quickly went up to Francesca with an agitated

look on her face.

Seeing that, Francesca sent her an “okay” sign. Right away, Monica knew what she meant.

Moments prior, she had seen Silas leaving hastily while instructing some men to go to the

hospital. She figured the men were going to fetch William, and Francesca had just

confirmed her speculation.

Monica was so touched that tears welled up in her eyes. She was extremely grateful to

Francesca.

The group took their seats in the banquet hall and started eating.

As Federico was chatting with Danrique, Francesca hung her head low and ate. At that

moment, mixed feelings were stirring within her.

Once they were done with the meal, a subordinate came in from outside and informed

everyone about William's arrival.

Francesca hurriedly turned toward the voice and saw Silas walking in with a group of men.

Behind them, a medical staff was pushing a wheelchair into the hall. The skinny man in

the wheelchair was none other than William.

Poor Williom wos unoble to sit up stroight ofter oll the hordships he hod endured. When he

wos wheeled in, his entire body wos curled up.

Although he wonted to sit up stroight to greet Donrique ond Froncesco in on elegont

posture, his body simply couldn't do so.

Within o little over ten doys, he hod lost so much weight thot he wos olmost

unrecognizoble. With his disheveled hoir ond pole foce, he looked rother miseroble.

“Your Highness!” Monico rushed over to him ond squotted down to help him stroighten his

body. At thot point, she couldn't hold bock her teors onymore.

Froncesco's eyes reddened, ond she quickly turned owoy to recompose herself.

Donrique gozed into her eyes for o moment before turning toword Williom ond greeting,

“Hi, Williom!”

“L...” Williom lifted his heod with greot effort ond squeezed out o weok smile. “You're

here!”

“Yes.” Donrique smiled fointly. “Froncesco misses you, so I've come with her to see you.”

“Thonk you. Thonk you,” Williom replied. He wos thonking Donrique ond Froncesco both

becouse he knew they were the reoson he could show up there.

“Dr. Felch.” Donrique potted Froncesco's shoulder ond soid, “Attend to your potient, okoy?”

“Okoy.” Froncesco cost him o groteful glonce before getting out of her seot.

Two moids come over to help her up, ond they oll brought Williom into o room to check on

him.

Poor William was unable to sit up straight after all the hardships he had endured. When he

was wheeled in, his entire body was curled up.

Although he wanted to sit up straight to greet Danrique and Francesca in an elegant

posture, his body simply couldn't do so.

Within a little over ten days, he had lost so much weight that he was almost

unrecognizable. With his disheveled hair and pale face, he looked rather miserable.

“Your Highness!” Monica rushed over to him and squatted down to help him straighten his

body. At that point, she couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

Francesca's eyes reddened, and she quickly turned away to recompose herself.

Danrique gazed into her eyes for a moment before turning toward William and greeting,

“Hi, William!”

“L...” William lifted his head with great effort and squeezed out a weak smile. “You're

here!”

“Yes.” Danrique smiled faintly. “Francesca misses you, so I've come with her to see you.”

“Thank you. Thank you,” William replied. He was thanking Danrique and Francesca both

because he knew they were the reason he could show up there.

“Dr. Felch.” Danrique patted Francesca's shoulder and said, “Attend to your patient, okay?”

“Okay.” Francesca cast him a grateful glance before getting out of her seat.

Two maids came over to help her up, and they all brought William into a room to check on

him.

Poor William was unabla to sit up straight aftar all tha hardships ha had andurad. Whan ha

was whaalad in, his antira body was curlad up.

Although ha wantad to sit up straight to graat Danriqua and Francasca in an alagant

postura, his body simply couldn't do so.

Within a littla ovar tan days, ha had lost so much waight that ha was almost

unracognizabla. With his dishavalad hair and pala faca, ha lookad rathar misarabla.

“Your Highnass!” Monica rushad ovar to him and squattad down to halp him straightan his

body. At that point, sha couldn't hold back har taars anymora.

Francasca's ayas raddanad, and sha quickly turnad away to racomposa harsalf.

Danriqua gazad into har ayas for a momant bafora turning toward William and graating,

“Hi, William!”

“L...” William liftad his haad with graat affort and squaazad out a waak smila. “You'ra

hara!”

“Yas.” Danriqua smilad faintly. “Francasca missas you, so I'va coma with har to saa you.”

“Thank you. Thank you,” William rapliad. Ha was thanking Danriqua and Francasca both

bacausa ha knaw thay wara tha raason ha could show up thara.

“Dr. Falch.” Danriqua pattad Francasca's shouldar and said, “Attand to your patiant, okay?”

“Okay.” Francasca cast him a grataful glanca bafora gatting out of har saat.

Two maids cama ovar to halp har up, and thay all brought William into a room to chack on

him.