Martha was stunned. It was the first time someone dared rebuke her . She raised her hand to slap the other person, but Eleanor Hollis agilely grabbed her hand, tightly clenching her wrist. "I am not from Morvania; I don’t need to worship you." Official source ıs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Martha’s wrist ached from the grip, and she angrily shouted at her own bodyguards. "What are you standing there for? Grab her! I want to slap her!" Princess Martha was the daughter of Prince William, her mother was the princess consort. When the prince married the princess consort, the news spread internationally, and from birth, Princess Martha was doted upon endlessly, so she never considered the consequences when acting. A few men stepped forward, and Eleanor Hollis’s momentum suddenly decreased. No matter how a woman struggled, she did not have the strength of men. In moments, her hands were grabbed and pulled behind her. Martha stood maliciously in front of her, her face filled with anger. "Don’t think that getting close to Xavier Crawford will lead to a good life. In the Crawford Family, Xavier doesn’t call the shots. He and I have a marriage contract; as a third party, you are shameless!" So it’s because of Xavier. Only now did Eleanor realize that Martha probably never intended to let her go, Frost was merely a catalyst. Just as Martha’s slap was about to land, Xavier arrived, and the bodyguards flinched upon seeing him. Xavier had always had a rebellious personality and never showed anyone face; Princess Martha had suffered numerous times in front of him. "What are you doing?" Xavier’s tone was shaded with gloom; Martha hadn’t expected him to come so quickly and stiffened. "Her dog just charged at me. I merely wanted her to apologize, but she refused and said insulting things." Eleanor Hollis says insulting things? Xavier’s eyes flashed, seeing the several people holding her, his face displeased. Martha found it uninteresting; she was about to slap the other person, but this individual had arrived. She waved her hand, and the bodyguards immediately released Eleanor Hollis. Eleanor led Frost away without a glance at them, turning and heading into the manor. "Xavier, you’re finally back. I waited for you in agony." The entire Royal Family was aware of Martha’s feelings for Xavier. Perhaps because she was the most favored princess, Prince William had never restrained her, developing her lawless nature, always getting what she wanted. "Martha, this is the Crawford Family, not your Royal Family." Xavier looked at her, a flicker of disgust in his eyes, as he stepped inside. Martha reached out to grab him, her eyes filled with tears. "We haven’t seen each other for so long, are you really going to say this to me? Don’t forget, we still have a marriage contract. I’m twenty-seven this year; I can’t wait any longer. Can you tell me when we’ll get married?" Her wedding dress had long been ready; as soon as he agreed, they could marry. But over the years, Xavier had never given her an answer, as if she were waiting for someone who would never turn back. Xavier’s eyes showed a flicker of impatience. The marriage contract was forced by her; without her threat of death, the Crawford Family wouldn’t have compromised. "I won’t marry you. I advise you to abandon that thought." Martha followed him, her face desperate. "I’ve waited from eighteen until nearly twenty-eight. Are you really this heartless? There is no one in the world who loves you more than I do." Moments ago, Martha had been domineering beside Eleanor Hollis but was now letting go of all her pride, hoping for a glance from him. Xavier abruptly turned, his face still indifferent. "I never asked you to wait for me; you’re simply moved by your actions. Let me tell you, stay away from Eleanor Hollis. If she suffers because of you, I won’t spare you." Martha stood frozen, no longer following, her eyes filled with resentment upon seeing his attitude toward Eleanor Hollis. Despite all her efforts, his gaze never lingered on her. Why should Eleanor Hollis capture all of his attention? She wouldn’t let this woman named Eleanor get away! In the evening, Eleanor Hollis fed Frost dog food, took him for a walk around, and then returned to her room. Upon heading out, she encountered the man named Cole Crawford. His obvious disdainful look chilled her like a venomous snake. For some unknown reason, she felt fear and even considered returning home. Apart from Xavier, no one welcomed her here. She took Xavier’s phone, stared at it for quite some time, and finally dialed that number she couldn’t resist calling. When the call was answered, Hugo Quinn’s hoarse voice came through. He softly called "Eleanor," then fell silent. Eleanor Hollis covered her mouth, tears streaming down as she realized how much she missed him. Hugo Quinn said nothing more, this call seemed to be his faint hope. Xavier wouldn’t bother calling him for no reason. He recalled clearly that this had happened twice, suggesting Eleanor hadn’t died but escaped Serenford with Xavier. Hugo Quinn suddenly stood up, his eyes growing deep. Previously, when he called Xavier, Xavier mentioned being in Europe but didn’t reveal if Eleanor was with him. This thought ignited Hugo’s heart with fervor. Perhaps Eleanor wasn’t dead and instead went with Xavier, traveled to Europe, to the Crawford Family. His eyes suddenly reddened, gripping the phone tightly. "Eleanor, is that you? I knew you weren’t dead. Just wait; I’m coming to find you." Terrified at his words, Eleanor hung up immediately. Sitting on the bed with Frost, feeling lost; how did Hugo Quinn guess so quickly? Frost quietly rested its head on her leg, its bright eyes gazing at her. Eleanor thought it very much resembled Marcus, the obedient child. Her longing for Hugo was intense, even more so for Marcus; she really didn’t want to be away from them. Drowsily, she drifted off to sleep. Until suddenly in the night, someone barged into her room, enveloping her in darkness, unable to see anything, and dragged away in disarray. She heard Frost’s barking, but soon it faded away. "What did you do to Frost?! Let go of me!" Fear gripped Eleanor Hollis; she didn’t even know who was capturing her. Their actions were rough, pulling her hair, her scalp feeling as though it might be torn away.