Her Mysterious Mogul Hubby (Charlotte and Zachary)

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.

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. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

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.

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

“Sloan, do you know what happened to her?” Monica asked. Coոtent of Drąмąոovеls.cоm

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

“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.”