Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

Chapter 2214

Monica replied: She's fine. We're staying the night in the presidential palace.

William texted: Make sure to keep her safe. Do everything you can to protect her.

Monica replied: Don't worry; I will. You should get some sleep, Your Highness. It's almost two in the morning now.

William texted: I couldn't sleep. Let me know when Francesca comes back tomorrow.

Monica replied: Got it.

After sending that text, Monica glanced at Francesca with a look of envy in her eyes. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

His Highness still cares so much about Ms. Felch even though she belongs to Danrique... Perhaps this is what true love looks like...

Monica was just starting to fall asleep when someone knocked on the door and yelled, “It's Ms. Avery! She woke up and is having a fit!”

“Wake up, Ms. Felch!” Monica called out while tapping Francesca on the shoulder.

Francesca quickly put on her clothes and rushed over with her medical kit in hand.

Although physically weak, Avery was screaming angrily in a language that Francesca didn't understand.

She looked like a dying person chanting some sort of curse.

“Calm down, Avery!”

The first lady covered Avery's mouth with a handkerchief to stop her from screaming.

As neither of the doctors dared inject her with sedatives, all they could do was stand there and wait for Francesca to begin the treatment.

Francesca quickly whipped out her bag of needles and performed acupuncture treatment on Avery.

Avery glared viciously at her like a snake staring down its prey before passing out again.

“This won't do. You need to get a psychiatrist as soon as possible,” Francesca suggested with a frown.

“I already have. Thanks, Francesca. You can go back to sleep now...” the first lady mumbled weakly.

Francesca glanced at her watch and said, “I'm going to head back now and prepare some medication for Ms. Avery. I'll send it over to you tomorrow, Mrs. President. Make sure to have her take them on time every day. It'll help keep her calm, which will make the psychiatrist's job a lot easier.”

“Thank you so much, Francesca. Here, I'll walk you out.”

“That won't be necessary...”

Francesca was about to turn her offer down but felt bad when she saw how weary the first lady looked.

“Mrs. President, you shouldn't worry too much about Ms. Avery's condition. She can be cured if she receives proper treatment.”

“I sure hope so.” The first lady let out a sigh as she continued, “I wish I could do more to help my daughter.”

“Is the president not home right now?” Francesca asked as she realized she hadn't seen the president this entire time.

“He's busy with work and hasn't been around much recently. In fact, I usually have to take care of things at home since he's always swamped with work,” the first lady replied with a wry smile.

Francesca nodded. “Oh, I see. You should try to get some rest too. Don't push yourself too hard. I'll be on my way now.”

“Again, thanks for your help today. Bye!”

“Bye!”

Francesca and Monica then entered their car and left.

“A woman who wields such great power should have the world at her fingertips. How did her daughter end up like this?” Monica exclaimed with a sigh when she glanced at the first lady's weary appearance in the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah. I wonder what Ms. Avery went through...” Francesca said.

“Sloan, do you know what happened to her?” Monica asked.

“From what I've heard, her life has been terrible after she married her ex-husband in Dartan. They say he was a violent man and often abused her. The president got really mad when he found out. He sent some of his men over to teach that guy a lesson, but...”

Curious beyond measure, Monica urged, “What happened next?”

“I think Ms. Avery was having an affair or something. Her ex-husband managed to get evidence of her affair, which made things a lot more difficult for her and the president. They tried really hard to divorce him, but he stubbornly refused to. Eventually, Mr. Lindberg stepped in and forced the man to release Ms. Avery.”

“What an *sshole!” Monica exclaimed angrily. “I hate men who abuse their families! That man sure had some guts abusing the president's daughter! Wait, was it true that Ms. Avery was having an affair?”

Sloan shook his head. “I'm not too sure about that. I heard those from Mr. Harrington's men. They were the ones the president sent to punish that ex-husband.”