Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

Forsythia couldn't help but admire Harper's skills in handling her patient. She thought if she were to do it, at least half of the wine in the cup would spill and waste. But Harper was so skilled that not even a single drop was spilled outside.

"Your Highness, how is Prince Francis now?"

"Not good." Harper began to withdraw the needles one by one. Even after removing the last needle, there was no sign of Francis waking up. At the same time, Owen came back.

"Your Highness, how is my master?"

"His condition is getting stable now. His life is not in danger, at least for the time being," Harper said slowly. "Who has been in charge of his diet recently?"

"It's me. According to your instructions, His Highness' diet is carefully managed. I check and ensure that there isn't any problem with the food before His Highness consumes it," Owen answered, ill at ease. "Your

hought he was joking. But to my surprise, upon reaching here, I found that you were really dying."

A ray of hurt flashed in Francis' eyes and then disappeared. "You are the same as before. You treat me in the same way you treat people you disliked."

Squinting slightly, Harper looked at Francis. Her eyes were dry, devoid of any emotions. Under the gaze of Harper's emotionless eyes, Francis felt shocked in his heart, but he did his best to hide it from his face. Harper looked unfamiliar with him, and she didn't seem to pretend. On the day of the emperor's birthday banquet, when she was in Matthew's arms, the way she had looked at him indicated that she was not just shocked by his perfect appearance, but she didn't seem to look at somebody she was familiar with. He had felt strange at that time. It was not until now he was sure that Harper did treat him indifferently.