From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1530: 691 The Way Back_2 Chapter 1530: 691 The Way Back_2 She was just a child, yet already whirling in the vortex of royal power, striving to protect everyone.

Loretta turned her head and looked at Delan Sparrow standing by her side, speaking solemnly: “Thank you.”

She hid in Inracetales in disguise, and Ms.

Aubree advised her not to make any moves, since the spotters of Liam Anderson were very alert.

Thus, she hid extremely well over these days.

Half a month ago, she received a secret message from Ms.

Aubree, asking her to find an opportunity to leave Inracetales and find Delan Sparrow, who would pick her up by boat at a designated time.

She thought that Ms.

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Aubree would also leave together because as long as they returned to Jimenez, Brooklyn Nation Master wouldn’t be able to reach them anymore.

But she never expected that Ms.

Aubree had never thought about leaving.

Delan Sparrow thought for a while and said, “You all are Ms.

Aubree’s weak spots.

Only by leaving her can she be free of any worries.

With her abilities, it isn’t challenging for her to leave.”

Delan Sparrow didn’t say one thing: being Queen Consort in Percival is impressive, and he now had a powerful backing.

Who would he fear at sea in the future!

Ms.

Aubree’s relatives and friends staying in Percival could easily become tools for the King to thwart Ms.

Aubree.

Only by sending them away, could Ms.

Aubree maintain her seat as Queen Consort securely.

Loretta could only comfort herself in this manner.

At this moment, someone came to report that they had entered the high seas, and Delan Sparrow was finally completely reassured.

Whether it was the Whale Feather Army or Eagle Feather Army, as long as he entered the high seas, they wouldn’t be able to do anything to him.

Loretta saw a woman walking out of the cabin head-on, very charming, and full of allure.

Loretta noticed that Delan Sparrow’s eyes instantly widened, and she snorted coldly.

Indeed, there was no such thing as a good man.

“Princess Randa.” Loretta greeted coldly, bypassing Randa and entering the cabin.

Randa was in a depressed mood and didn’t notice Loretta’s attitude towards her, standing on the deck facing the wind looking melancholic.

When it was time to eat, Loretta, with her portable hot rice, pushed open a cabin door.

The cabin was small, with only a narrow bed and a bedside table, with junk piled up in any available space.

The air did not circulate well and wasn’t pleasant.

A gaunt girl was lying on the bed who struggled to sit up when she heard someone come in.

Loretta put the heated rice on the bedside table and said coldly, “Eat.”

The girl coughed lightly, her voice just above a whisper, “Thank you.”

Loretta frowned at her.

Yes, this girl who seemed deathly ill was Alora Hart.

She had repeatedly plotted against Ms.

Aubree and had pursued her even to Percival.

Loretta had a deep loathing for her.

With such evil intentions, her retribution came swiftly.

After her kidney transplant, her recovery was poor, and she developed severe complications.

Her life was hanging by a thread.

Loretta thought she deserved it.

However, Ms.

Aubree used a golden needle to extend her life and rare medicinal herbs to keep her alive.

According to Ms.

Aubree’s philosophy, saving one’s life is more meritorious than building a seven-story stupa.

She didn’t at all pursue Alora’s many persecutions in the past.

With such generosity, Loretta, as a bystander, couldn’t say much about it.

However, once they landed in Jimenez, Alora Hart would have to face the law’s punishment.

This was also Ms.

Aubree’s intention.

Her mercy was to forgive all sins, but it did not mean ignoring the justice of the law.

Everyone must pay for the mistakes they made.

Loretta saw her struggling to eat and snatched the food, spoon-feeding her.

Alora Hart lost her appetite and stopped eating after a few bites.

Loretta said coldly, “Have you taken your medicine?”

Alora Hart took out a bottle of medicine from her pocket.

Inside were the pills that Ms.

Aubree gave her, one pill a day.

Loretta poured a glass of water, feeding her the pill.

Alora Hart’s face looked a lot better.

“Have a good rest.

We still have a few days before reaching Jimenez.”

Loretta closed the door and left.

At this point, the door to the opposite cabin opened, and Nicholas Drake came out with a washbasin.

Seeing Loretta, his expression stilled for a moment, and he bowed his head, pressing his lips together.

Loretta glared furiously at the inside of the cabin, finally couldn’t stand it any longer, and stormed in.

Nicholas Drake threw the washbasin and immediately followed her in.

A weak woman was lying on the bed.

She was even thinner than Alora Hart and looked heartbreakingly frail.

There was no trace left of the former magnificent and unparalleled noble Madam.

“Virginia Frost, you’re getting what you deserve now too,” Loretta hissed.

“You killed my sister, I will kill you to avenge her.”

Loretta drew out her dagger, intending to stab it into the woman’s chest.

“Don’t…” Nicholas Drake cried out in shock.