Chapter 560

The wind howled as the surrounding waves suddenly receded. In an instant, the lotus flower was before them. Tiffany reached out, exclaiming, “I got it!”

The moment the herb was in her grasp, the tide surged, engulfing the island. Waves rose, threatening to overwhelm everything. Richard quickly flew back to the yacht with Tiffany; miraculously, they remained dry.

Tiffany carefully placed the herb in a prepared box. Glancing at the turbulent waves, she frowned. "This doesn't feel right. Is it about to rain?"

Richard nodded. "We need to leave now." The sea was unpredictable; storms and tornadoes could turn it deadly in an instant.

Richard led Tiffany to the yacht's control room, pressed a few buttons, and the vessel sped away. Heavy rain soon poured down.

"Just our luck," Tiffany muttered, glancing at Richard's calm expression as he steered the yacht. His eyes held a steady confidence, devoid of worry or panic. His composure eased Tiffany's anxiety.

As they moved through the dark waters, a massive vortex formed behind them. Swirling winds and waves approached, but Richard merely glanced at them. A glimmer of dark light flashed in his eyes. Moments later, the winds shifted, and the towering waves turned away, as if repelled.

Tiffany sighed in relief. Once they left the area, the sea calmed, but the darkness lingered. The surrounding waters were pitch-black, with nothing visible.

Richard gently took Tiffany's hand. "Get some rest. We'll be there when you wake up."

"Okay," Tiffany yawned, settling into a nearby seat. Instead of going upstairs, she curled up and closed her eyes. With Richard beside her, she felt safe.

When Tiffany awoke, daylight streamed in. Rubbing her eyes, she noticed the yacht slowing by the shore. "Oh, we're here already? That felt faster than the trip out."

Richard chuckled and stepped off the yacht with her. They headed straight for the royal palace. The journey was smooth, and soon they were in the king's chambers. Tiffany turned to Jeremy. "How is Grandpa?"

Chapter 560 (continued)

"He's the same," Jeremy replied. "But he hasn't woken up since he coughed up blood."

Jeremy's eyes flickered to the box in Tiffany's hands; his expression shifted to surprise and relief. "Is that the Blood Lotus?"

Tiffany nodded. "Yes. Tell everyone to leave the room."

Jeremy complied, ushering out the servants and doctors. However, an elderly doctor, Ewan Davies, refused to leave.

"I'm not leaving!" Ewan declared. He remembered this girl had previously caused the king to vomit blood and refused to let her harm him again.

Jeremy's voice hardened. "Leave, or I'll make you."

"No!" Ewan insisted. "I've always treated His Majesty. If anyone should leave, it's her!"

Before Jeremy could argue, Tiffany calmly interrupted. "It's fine. Let him stay." She didn't want to waste energy debating.

But Richard was less forgiving. His expression turned cold as he eyed Ewan. "Hm?" The single sound carried an icy weight, and Ewan stiffened, unsure why Jeremy and Richard protected Tiffany.

Just as Ewan was about to retort, Richard smiled coldly. "Who are you to speak to my wife like that?"

Sweat trickled down Ewan's back. "I didn't mean any disrespect," Ewan stammered, but the doors closed, and Tiffany approached the bed.

Richard shot Ewan a look, silencing him. Ewan dared not disobey.

Tiffany opened a cloth bag and carefully removed silver needles. Focusing intently, she began acupuncture on the Azure Sea King, following the meridians on his head. The sleeping man frowned in discomfort. Ewan watched disapprovingly but remained silent, cowed by Richard's presence.

After a while, Tiffany took out the Blood Lotus. She squeezed a petal, extracting its juice, dripping it onto the needles and feeding the rest to the king. The rare herb was soon used up. Once the juice was absorbed, she removed the needles.

Tiffany sat back, tapping her fingers rhythmically on the bed frame. The soft sound filled the silent room.

Ewan frowned, thinking, "This girl doesn't know what she's doing. She's just showing off because Mr. Hampton is here!"

The tapping continued, its steady rhythm almost hypnotic, lulling Ewan to sleep.

Tiffany's voice broke the silence, low and soothing. "Forget whatever troubled you before. It's time to wake up." The words felt like a gentle spell.

Only Richard and Jeremy remained unaffected, their sharp eyes observing. Richard leaned against the wall, his gaze never leaving Tiffany. He thought, 'My wife is amazing. Not just beautiful, but brilliant at everything she does!'

Chapter 561 (fragment)

Unlike Richard's open demeanor, Jeremy's gaze briefly…

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