The surviving princess {Liskook}

Chapter 20

“This is my wife’s matter. I will handle it,” Jungkook said, looking his mother straight in the eye.

His firm tone brought a smile to the beautiful face of the woman, who had long crossed into her forties but still retained her charm.

“You’ll handle it. Fine.”

His mother, who had always regarded him as a boy, silently acknowledged his growth. The son who had spent over ten years on the battlefield now exuded an authority that filled the room without raising his voice.

“I’m sure you will.”

Moreover, his ability to manage the situation was commendable. Ji won, who hadn’t even considered informing the royal family, now looked at Jungkook proudly.

“However, may I borrow Edil for a while?”

“Of course.”

His mother nodded without hesitation. After a moment of silence, the doctor approached, bowing to indicate the examination was complete.

“How is she?” Jungkook asked.

The doctor, named Gella, the only female doctor in the knight order, responded briskly despite being hurriedly summoned, “Fortunately, it appears she only sprained her right wrist slightly. It shouldn’t hinder her movements significantly, and I found no other serious injuries.”

“That’s a relief,” Ji won said, approaching the sleeping Lalisa to check her forehead and gently brush her hair aside. She offered a long prayer of gratitude before finally leaving the room.

“Check her again thoroughly.”

Now, only Lisa, Jungkook, and the doctor remained in the room. Jungkook gave the command to the doctor once more and then sat down in a chair.

Doctor Gella carefully lifted Lisa’s clothes, not just examining the exposed areas but also checking elsewhere. She discovered something.

"..There are deep scars on the young madam’s body, especially on her side. Did you know about this? The overlapping scars indicate this has happened more than once…”

Jungkook’s quiet stare made Gella instinctively stop talking.

There was no surprise on his face, only a look of calculation as he continued to stare at her. Gella hurriedly waved her hands.

“No, no, I mean… I’m just… I don’t know anything. There’s nothing to know. If there’s nothing, no one knows.”

“I said to check all the scars properly, but it seems quite disorderly,” Jungkook remarked calmly.

“Ah, sorry. I will check again,” Gella replied, flustered.

She quickly turned back to carefully examine Lisa’s body, desperately trying to piece her thoughts together.

Having spent five years as a doctor in the knight’s order, Gella had seen that expression on Jungkook’s face only three times. It was the look he used to gauge whether someone could be trusted to keep their mouth shut. Those eyes made her recall her entire past and swallow hard.

Her loyalty and discretion were now being weighed. Jungkook never told anyone below his standards to keep their mouth shut. The only sure way to silence someone was through death.

Gella spent a long time examining Lisa's body. In the end, there was nothing significant to treat.

“The old wounds are too old to treat, unfortunately. As for today’s injury, it’s mainly a sprain on her right wrist. I also worry she might have hit her head, but there’s no way to be sure.”