Chapter 1115

Rafael listened quietly, then sighed deeply. “At least you’re alive, Uncle Yuvan. The unknown hero showed restraint. As for the rest… well, nothing is more important than life. I’ll report this matter to the king myself. If the woman doesn’t press charges, this will likely be forgotten.

“As for the hero who harmed you, there’s no need for me to pursue him unless you insist. Should that be the case, the Royal Citadel and the Capital Guard will cooperate fully. However, these martial artists are elusive; none of you could even identify him. My suggestion? Let it be. Peace is the best outcome.”

Yuvan’s body trembled with pain and rage. His eyes, no longer concealing their cruelty, narrowed as he hissed, “Leave!”

“Then, I won’t disturb you further, Uncle Yuvan,” Rafael said, adopting a concerned expression. “You should rest. The capital is prosperous; staying another month or two shouldn’t be a problem. But you sent everything to Skye Embroidery today—the estate is empty. Do you need anything returned?”

Yuvan closed his eyes, veins bulging as he suppressed his pain. He had no intention of speaking further.

Rafael, deeply concerned, received no answer. He called Wayne to the side hall. Fiona hurried to the doorway to listen.

Rafael, seated at the head of the room, spoke gently. “As for who’s right or wrong tonight… let’s put that aside. Justice has been served. In the grove, you said Uncle Yuvan was near the tent only for the woman’s sake, not with ill intentions. I’ll tell the king, but whether His Majesty believes it is beyond my control.”

Wayne suppressed his anger. “In the end, it’s just another of Prince Yuvan’s affairs. It hardly warrants such a commotion.”

“Exactly,” Rafael agreed. “That’s my thought. But people talk, and rumors spread. It’s not good for Uncle Yuvan’s reputation.”

“What exactly do you want to say, Your Highness?” Wayne’s calm gaze met Rafael’s, wary of a trap.

“My people are careful with their words,” Rafael replied. “If word gets out, it will be due to a lack of discipline at Edgeview Estate, not my failing.”

“You needn’t worry, Your Highness,” Wayne responded coldly, sneering. “Or are you worried about Ms. Spencer? With so much talk, who knows what rumors might spread?”

Rafael feigned surprise. “What does Ms. Spencer have to do with this? Her involvement would make this much bigger! The Spencer family are royal merchants, providing warhorses and weapons. Offending them… what do you think awaits you?”

Wayne remained composed. “Your Highness, there’s no need for further reminders. This matter concerns neither the Spencer family nor Ms. Spencer. That will be Edgeview Estate’s official stance. As for rumors about Prince Yuvan… we’ll accept them. There was an attempt to take a woman; fortunately, no harm was done.”

Rafael nodded. “Yes, accepting responsibility is best.”

After Rafael left, Fiona entered, concerned. “Mr. Wayne, what did he mean?”

Wayne sighed. “He intends to spread news of Prince Yuvan’s attempt to take a woman.”

Fiona’s eyes widened. “But he said his people are careful!”

Wayne scoffed. “He wants to spread the rumors, blaming us. As Prince Yuvan’s nephew, he avoids being seen as tarnishing his uncle’s reputation.”

Fiona’s fists clenched. “How malicious! Mr. Wayne, can’t we do anything?”

Wayne’s face was ashen. “What can we do? We were caught red-handed.”

Fiona’s nails dug into her palms. “Prince Yuvan was too hasty. If he intended to use the Spencer family, he shouldn’t have rushed it. He could have taken Violet away first!”

Wayne glanced at her, silent. It wasn’t just about the Spencer family; Yuvan clearly desired Violet as well. But Fiona, shrewd as she was, already knew that.