Chapter 97 Yosef Schemes Against Ethan
Miguel stared into her eyes, the atmosphere dropping to freezing point.
Cressida had very sharp, spirited eyes. When she wasn't smiling, they seemed cold.
It reminded Miguel of Cameron on the battlefield.
When Cameron calmly thought through strategies, he looked just like this, his face calm as still water.
Even the closest siblings wouldn't be this similar!
Miguel's gaze moved downward, as if he was beginning to doubt whether she was even a woman. However, when he saw her body's curves, he consciously turned around, his back to her.
"I value talent and won't give up on any capable person, provided that," he glanced sideways, his eyes cold, "she doesn't lie to me."
Cressida calmly got dressed.
Suddenly, she knelt down and kowtowed.
"Your Highness Miguel, Cameron joined the army because when father broke his leg that year, he resolutely took father's place in the military."
"I know, he's loyal and righteous."
"Even if Cameron has concealed something, it's definitely not disloyalty to Novaria. Perhaps he has difficulties he can't speak of."
Miguel narrowed his eyes.
She said Cameron had concealed something, but didn't mention herself.
Was she using him as a metaphor for herself?
After a long while, Cressida felt the oppressive pressure from Miguel above her head slowly ease and cool down.
"Get up," Miguel said coldly. "Take these clothes, you can go now."
Cressida couldn't read his attitude - had he accepted that she had her reasons, or not?
But she wasn't in a hurry to ask. Instead she said, "Thank you, Your Highness Miguel."
Today she had almost directly revealed her identity.
She had also hinted to Miguel that even if she was hiding something, it wasn't because of treason or any wrongdoing, but because she had her own difficulties.
Next, it would depend on whether Miguel could mentally prepare for this, and whether he could accept that she was Cameron.
If she revealed her identity, Miguel would have to bear some of the risk of the crime of deceiving the monarch.
So Cressida needed to give him time to think it through.
Even if he ultimately didn't accept it, Cressida had to guard against him coming after her, so she didn't leave too much evidence.
In the end, she could say it was all Miguel's own speculation.
Quiana folded the new clothes and saw Cressida to the carriage.
After leaving the grounds of Miguel's palace, Emma said, "Ms. Hamilton, you have so much sweat on your forehead."
She used a handkerchief to wipe Cressida's face.
Cressida slowly exhaled, "It's fine, early summer is just too hot."
She unconsciously touched her shoulder and closed her eyes, remembering when she had blocked that arrow through the heart for Miguel.
The arrow had indeed pierced through her shoulder, but the scar on her back was especially faint.
Only a tiny bit of the arrowhead had come through her body. Miguel probably never imagined that after the arrowhead was removed and gradually healed, it didn't leave an obvious scar.
At first there was a faint circular mark, but after Cressida returned, she applied thick layers of beauty cream many times, and the mark faded considerably, so it was no longer visible.
Fortunately, Miguel hadn't pulled her dress down just now.
Otherwise, he would have seen the two knife wounds below her waist. Those two scars were faint, but because the injuries had been severe at the time, they couldn't be removed.
For half a month after that, Miguel didn't summon her again.
Verity still stayed by Cressida's side, which suggested that Miguel was probably still thinking it over.
Cressida wasn't anxious. She had the patience to wait.
Although disguising herself as a man was a crime of deceiving the monarch, if someone vouched for her, it would be different.
After evening fell, Cressida felt hot.
She lay on her side on the cool couch behind the curtain, and Emma opened all the doors and windows wide.
The early summer evening breeze drifted in, making the blue gauze curtains flutter and sway like floating smoke and shadows.
Ingrid said, "When would Ms. Hamilton like to have dinner?"
Cressida fanned herself, eyes closed, dozing lazily, and replied, "Didn't Mabel say Ethan was coming home for dinner today? We agreed to eat together, let's wait a bit longer."
"Yes." Ingrid withdrew.
However, Cressida waited for two hours.
Mabel's side was getting anxious too.
Usually Ethan would have been home by now. Why was there still no sign of him even after evening had passed?
The servant they sent to the palace to inquire heard from Ethan's colleagues that Ethan had left the palace before evening.
Suddenly, ice melted and clinked against the porcelain jar.
Cressida opened her eyes. Just as she sat up to send someone to Mabel's to ask about the situation, she saw Jessica running over in tears.
"Cressida, something's happened! Ethan was taken away by Prince Yosef!"
"Taken where?"
"Someone saw Ethan being forced onto a pleasure boat. Do you know what kind of place that is? It's even dirtier than a brothel! If Ethan was taken there and word gets out about improper conduct, his whole life will be ruined."
Jessica cried helplessly, "My mother fainted from the shock, father went to ask people for help. Cressida, you've always been clever, you must save Ethan!"