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    Ashlyn and Katelyn exchanged nces. Without hesitation, Katelyn set aside her work, quickly picking a red chrysanthemum from the flowerpot next to her. She walked over and offered it to the woman with a warm smile. “I think the baby will like this. Here you go.”


    The woman’s eyes lit up instantly at the mention of her “baby.” She eagerly took the flower from Katelyn’s hand, cradling it with care. “Thank you,” she said politely.


    Katelyn’s heart clenched. This woman had been confined by the King for so many years, never allowed to leave her room, and she herself had been very resistant to the outside world. Yet now, she stood on her own, even making it all the way to the conservatory.


    This was a breakthrough. A sign that she no longer feared Katelyn.


    The time had finallye to start the treatment. Katelyn had been patient, carefully building a sense of security around the woman. And now, she was starting to see results. Excitement flickered inside her. If she handled this right, maybe she could help heal the womanpletely.


    With gentle care, Katelyn led the woman to the white sofa and helped her sit down. “Ma’am, your darling is so cute. What’s the baby’s name?” She treaded carefully, wary of triggering another breakdown. Thest time she had brought up the subject, the woman had reacted violently. But this time, there was no resistance. Instead, the woman lowered her head, sadness clouding her eyes as she gazed at the pillow in her arms. “I don’t know. My baby doesn’t have a name yet.”


    Katelyn had hoped for more. If she could learn the name, it would be a crucial clue in piecing together the past.


    She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed, when the woman suddenly spoke again. “The baby’s father is a king. He has to name the baby.” She continued stroking the pillow, whispering soothing words to it.


    Silence fell. Katelyn and Ashlyn both froze.


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    The King was the father? Then this woman had been the King’s consort?


    But if she was the King’s woman, why had she been locked away for so many years? Could it be some kind of romantic entanglement with the King?


    Katelyn studied the woman closely, her mind racing. She knew the woman had been imprisoned by the King, yet strangely, he had never harmed her.


    In all the medical examinations Katelyn had conducted, it was clear the woman had not been touched by a man in years. That meant the King had never slept with her. At least, not in the recent past. But it didn’t add up. If she had truly belonged to the King, why would he keep her locked away withoutying a hand on her?


    Before Katelyn could ask anything else, the woman suddenly let out a piercing scream. “Ah! It hurts! My head—my head hurts so much!” She clutched her skull, her entire body curling up on the sofa. Tremors wracked her fragile frame as she whimpered in agony.


    rmed, Katelyn immediately reached out, rubbing her back in slow,forting circles.


    However, the woman let out another heart-wrenching scream. “A fire! Such a big fire! It hurts! Honey, where are you? You can’t die!” She thrashed violently, as if caught in the mes of some long-buried nightmare, her hands swiping at the air, trying to put out an invisible fire.


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