Chapter 556

Richard nodded. "Felix doesn't have that ability," he replied.

The black shadow that rescued Morwen last night appeared as suddenly as Tiffany described, swooping down from midair. Felix was strong, but he lacked that particular skill.

"I see…" Tiffany scratched her head, confused. "Then who was it?"

Potential dangers lurk everywhere. The enemy is in the dark, and we're in the light—not a good feeling, she thought.

Lost in thought, Tiffany was suddenly tapped on the head. Looking up, she saw Richard's handsome face, filled with helplessness and affection.

"Is your husband just for show?" he asked.

She takes responsibility for everything and excludes me the whole time, Richard thought.

Tiffany blinked, snapping out of her daze. "Oh, right. I almost forgot I have you," she said, smiling brightly. Her clear eyes, bright and pure, seemed to hold starlight.

Richard raised an eyebrow, a happy smile gracing his handsome face. Their eyes met, and he gently rubbed her head. "It's good you know. I'll take care of everything. Don't worry."

"Yes," Tiffany nodded vigorously. "I know. I'm not worried about my safety, it's just Grandpa's situation might be bad. I'm worried about his health."

"Then I'll go see him with you."

Richard took her hand, and they walked out of the dining room, fingers intertwined.

Garry, ears perked, waited outside. Seeing the dining room door open, he eagerly approached, his expression saying, I can do it! He leaned in. "Richard, any instructions?"

Richard glanced at him. "Yes," he said.

"What is it?"

"Why don't you take a hike?"

So, I, the third wheel, am disliked? Garry thought, clutching his heart in mock heartbreak.

Tiffany found this both amusing and irritating. The drama queen, she thought. Even June turned away, unable to meet his gaze, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

Chapter 550

It was all Garry's fault. Quite handsome, with eye-catching silver hair and a noble aura, he was undeniably attractive to women. However, interacting with him revealed a simple-minded, silly person.

Tiffany shook her head and left the castle with Richard. A car waited outside; they headed toward the royal palace.

They made no attempt to hide their identities, driving openly toward the palace gates. As they approached, the car didn't slow down. Tiffany blinked. "Are you going to force our way in?"

Yesterday, she'd entered the palace disguised as a guard. Driving in without permission would likely result in an attack. She gently tugged Richard's hand, about to speak, but the car reached the entrance. Unexpectedly, the guards, recognizing the license plate, bowed instead of stopping them.

Tiffany was stunned. Richard explained, "Actually I also have business here."

Tiffany gasped. He casually mentioned business, but how much influence does he have to enter and exit the palace unimpeded, treated with such respect? The business behind him is probably unimaginably huge.

She hugged his arm tightly. Looking up, she blinked and asked sweetly, "Richard, I didn't offend you, did I?"

"Hmm? Why do you ask?"

"I've decided. I'll ride on your coattails tightly."

Richard, seeing her crafty look, didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Feeling her close, however, he remained stoic, suppressing his laughter. "Alright, it depends on your performance." He leaned close to her ear. "Your performance this morning wasn't good. Keep up the good work."

Tiffany was stunned, blushing as she swung her fists. "Bastard! You only think about that!"

"What? Hmm?" Richard's smile was mischievous, his eyes filled with amusement.

Tiffany choked. "Stop thinking about it."

"I'm just thinking about what happens between husband and wife. It's human nature."

She was speechless. She turned to look out the window.

Richard chuckled, fearing he'd angered her. He restrained himself from further teasing. Well, Tiffany looks so good when she blushes and throws a tantrum… he thought.

Their banter continued until the car stopped. Tiffany was the first out, the cold wind cooling her blushing cheeks.

"Let's go," she said, pulling Richard's hand and rushing inside before he could speak.

The same guards from last night were still on duty. They didn't stop Tiffany, but their expressions changed upon seeing Richard; they bowed even more respectfully.

Without question, Tiffany took Richard to His Majesty's room. The massive door opened, revealing a luxurious interior. A figure lay still on the bed; Jeremy sat nearby, motionless.

He wasn't surprised to see Richard. Raising an eyebrow, he silently stood, making way. Tiffany saw Jeremy's slightly bruised eyes. "Go rest. I'll guard this place." As his granddaughter, she should be by his bedside.

Jeremy nodded. "Alright." He moved to a rest bed in the corner.

Tiffany approached the bed. His Majesty's eyes were closed, his expression tense. If not for his faint breathing, he could easily be mistaken for… dead.

She turned to Richard. "Do you have a way? Can you tell what his symptoms are?" He hadn't been poisoned or had any other diseases, yet he kept falling into a stupor. It was troubling.