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Chapter 1411 Subtle Challenges
"I'm tired today."
"Do you want to offend me then?"
Olivia chuckled. "Your Highness, with your stature, I don't think I could offend you with
such a small matter, could I?"
Beatrix knew that Olivia was not speaking sincerely. She snorted and said, "Spare me the
flattery. Albert must have paid you handsomely for this consultation. Remember, whether
you'll receive that fee depends solely on my word!"
Olivia smiled with a hint of resignation. Perhaps such a threat might work on other
doctors, but can it indeed intimidate me?
She casually glanced around and then pointed her finger toward the window. "Do you
think that bird on that branch is feeling afraid?"
Beatrix had never heard of such a philosophical story from Criecia.
She didn't understand what Olivia meant and followed the direction of her pointing finger
to look outside.
On a tree outside, a bird was perched on a thin branch, swaying as if it could fall at any
moment.
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She frowned. What did Olivia mean?
Wasn't I just threatening her? What does it have to do with this bird?
Observing Beatrix's puzzled expression, Olivia decided not to wait for understanding to
dawn. She explained, "It isn't afraid because its reliance isn't on the branch beneath its
feet but on its wings!"
Beatrix still appeared perplexed as she stared at the bird outside, still not understanding.
Olivia didn't wait for her to understand and politely said, "Your Highness, please excuse us.
We're truly exhausted and in need of some rest."
After speaking, she went upstairs with Eugene.
The two guards looked at each other, unsure whether they should stop them.
Seeing that Beatrix remained silent, they hesitated, ultimately opting not to intervene.
In the meantime, Beatrix was gradually connecting the dots. Moments ago, she had
threatened Olivia that unless she allowed Olivia to treat her, Olivia wouldn't be able to
earn the substantial consultation fee they had provided. Then, Olivia mentioned that the
bird relied not on the branch but on its wings.
Olivia was implying that she wasn't afraid of her threats because she relied on her own
abilities!
After understanding this, Beatrix felt even more embarrassed.
Olivia was subtly challenging me!
D*mn it.
How despicable!
Does Olivia think I can't do anything to her?
Just a doctor who thinks highly of herself. I must take action so she knows her place.
Thinking of this, she angrily stood up from the couch and coincidentally met Albert at the
door, who had just returned.
He walked quickly, seemingly in a rush.
In just a few steps, he reached her and said, "Beatrix."
"Where did you find the doctor?"
Albert smiled. "In Criecia. What's wrong?"
As he spoke, he glanced inside and didn't see Olivia and the others.
Seeing Beatrix's frustrated expression, he immediately grasped the situation. Most likely,
Beatrix had been put in her place.
Very well!
He felt a slight relief in his heart.
Beatrix remarked, "That self-proclaimed genius doctor you mentioned isn't very skilled,
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmbut she sure has a temper. I asked her to examine me, but she refused. With such limited
medical abilities, does she truly deserve the title of genius doctor? Are you still
considering having her treat Godmother?" Albert furrowed his brow, countering, "Miss
Maxwell possesses excellent medical skills, and she seldom treats patients these days."
Beatrix snorted, "I think she's just bluffing. I refuse to allow her to treat Godmother. I'm
heading to see Queen Alice about this immediately." With that declaration, she stormed
off.
As he watched her departing figure, Albert suppressed the anger brewing within him and
refrained from stopping her.
After all, Alice wouldn't listen to him.
Upon entering the house, the steward immediately came forward and greeted him.
"Mr. Bleu!"
Albert furrowed his brows. "What did Beatrix say here just now?"
The steward didn't hide or exaggerate anything and repeated precisely what Beatrix had
said to Olivia and the others.
After listening, Albert surprisingly felt happy and relieved.
A faint smile appeared on his lips. "Mr. Nolan and Miss Maxwell are honored guests in our
household. We must protect them when necessary."
The steward responded, "Yes, Mr. Bleu!"
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