The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528: Responsible Knight

The next morning, Oriana stirred from her slumber only to find the empty space beside her, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch the vacant spot.

’Warm! He must have left just a while ago.’

The previous night all of a sudden she decided to sleep in her room instead of going to her grandfather, because she somewhat expected his arrival. She didn’t want him to see the person he hated the most in case he came to her. She wished to spare him a displeasure of seeing his wife next to that very person. She would never expect him to show any leniency towards her grandfather.

Hurriedly rising from the bed, Oriana dashed downstairs, barely acknowledging the servants who respectfully bowed in her presence.

"Your Highness....

Pushing open the door, she found herself at the bedside of the old man, Philip, whose complexion appeared remarkably improved from the previous night, his vitality visibly restored.

Quickly checking his pulse, Oriana inquired of the servant who had tended to Philip throughout the night, "Was there any change?" Her voice tinged with concern as she awaited the response, hoping for positive news.

"No, Your Highness. I did not notice anything," the servant answered.

’It’s still early, perhaps just the passage of the night. I’ll have to wait a little longer,’ Oriana concluded, rising from her grandfather’s bedside. "If there’s any change, inform me immediately."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Oriana returned to her chamber and freshened up as Ana arrived to assist her.

’I shall wear man’s clothes like before so Grandpa will find it normal.’

Despite the sun’s ascent in the sky and Oriana having her morning meal, there was still no sign of movement from Philip’s side.

Growing increasingly anxious, she instructed her servant, "Summon Master Erich here."

Rafal arrived at Philips’ room and looked at Oriana who now looked like that young boy Orian.

Without asking anything, he bowed to her. "Good Morning, Your Highness." _{freeweɓnovel.cѳm}

"Good morning, Sir Ahren," Oriana replied, rising from her seat and exiting the room, with Rafal following closely behind.

"I have news about the man you have asked me to enquire about," he informed.

"Please tell me."

"That man Luke is currently staying at his cousin’s home...."

"Ken," Oriana said as she knew that person.

"Yes, Your Highness. He seemed to have brought his mother to the capital."

"Aunt Gwen is here?" Oriana mumbled in shock as an image of a motherly figure flashed in front of her eyes.

"His mother seems to have fallen sick and he is searching for a physician to treat her. She seemed to have been in quite a bad situation," Rafal explained further.

The moment she heard it, she forgot anything else and spoke, "Sir Ahren, please help me to...."

"Your Highness," the servant that attended Philip, hurried towards her, "There is a movement...."

Even before the servant could continue, Oriana ran back to her grandfather.

In bed, the old man stirred, his brows furrowing as if struggling to emerge from a deep slumber. Uncertain of what to do, Oriana sat at the edge of the bed and gently clasped his hand.

"Grandpa," she called softly.