"It seems like they're really here for you.” The cafe owner turned to greet them, "Hi, what would you like

to drink?"

"A few cups of coffee will be fine. Please stay outside for a while."

Robin handed a wad of cash to the owner.

The owner glanced at the cash but did not move to take it. Instead, he turned to look at Francesca.

Francesca nodded.

It was then he took the money and put on his denim cap. Whistling as he walked out, he added, “There

are canned drinks on the countertop. Help yourself to them."

"Thank you," Robin said before closing the door. Then, he bowed to Francesca. "Greetings, Ms. Felch."

"It's been a while, Robin."

Though Francesca greeted him as well, her eyes were fixed on William.

It had only been a little over a month, but William seemed ghastly pale. It was as if he had gone

through a severe bout of illness, for he had lost much weight. In fact, even his eyes seemed sunken.

"William, you..."

"The condition of His Highness' legs has worsened," Robin grimly explained. "I don't know if it's

because he was in the cold at Xendale or not, but after he went back, his legs began aching and

swelling. Even his lumbar region is having issues now-"

"Robin!" William cut him off. "You're talking too much."

"Understood." Robin hastily hung his head and fell silent.

William then looked at Francesca and smiled at her. "Francesca, have you done your surgery?" "I

have." Francesca took off her cap to reveal her bald

head. "Look!"

A chuckle burst out of William. His spirit lifted every time he saw her, and he would find himself

relaxing. The gloomy clouds that had hung over his head for the past few days dissipated in an instant.

"I'll get some drinks."

Robin then pushed William to the side of the table before heading to the counter to get some

beverages. What he was trying to do was to give the two some privacy.

"William, have you consulted anyone about your legs?" Francesca asked, concerned about it.

"I have. They're a famous traditional medicine practitioner too, and they've done acupuncture for me.

However, it doesn't seem to have much effect." A bitter smile crept upon William's lips. Nevertheless,

he changed the topic and asked, "This isn't important; what's important is you. Monica has told me

about what happened today. Who attacked you? Was she from Erihal?"

"No. It's more of a personal grudge; it has nothing to do with Erihal,” Francesca corrected. "I'm glad to

have Monica's help this time. I thought Danrique sent her at first. I didn't expect her to be working for

you instead."

William continued to gaze gently at her.

"But how did you know that I was flying from H City to S Nation at that time?"

Francesca was curious. Under Danrique's protection, her whereabouts should have been kept

confidential. Yet, Monica and William had known where she was.

"I went to H City after Frank's case. I've been looking for Dr. Felch too, for I wanted to consult him

about my legs. However, I later found out that Gordon had invited him elsewhere. I'm guessing that

they must have gotten Dr. Read at

"What? My master's ill?" Francesca urgently asked. "What's going on?"

A pause later, William added, "Monica's an Interpol officer. It was easy for her to get the details of your

departure from the country after a brief talk with the people at the airport."