Chapter 1161 A Princess Doesn't Need to Grow Up
When they got back to Paykston, it was already summer.
Each film crew started post-production with their footage, which was a big job: photos needed retouching, and videos needed editing.
The studio team spent a whole week working non-stop. After that, Jane finally gave everyone a break.
Luckily, the staff knew Jane's work style. After a week of hard work, Jane treated them to three days at the best hotel, followed by three days off at home, then back to work.
By the time they finished everything, half a month had passed.
Jane finally packed up and headed home.
As soon as she walked in, she smelled blood!
Shocked, she grabbed a fruit knife and looked around cautiously.
Two nurses in white coats, holding disinfectant supplies, looked at her fearfully.
"Who are you?" Jane asked coldly.
"We're the good guys!" A bodyguard rushed down from upstairs. "Ms. Watkins, these medical staff were brought by Mr. Watkins."
The bodyguard signaled to the nurses. "Get back to work."
Jane calmed down and asked urgently, "Is Jovan back? Is he hurt?"
"It's not Mr. Watkins; it's Mr. Richardson who's injured," the bodyguard said. "This needs to stay confidential. The fewer people who know, the better. Mr. Watkins didn't know you were coming back, so Billy has also been sent elsewhere."
"Can I go up and see?" Jane asked, steadying herself.
"Of course," the bodyguard replied.
Jane followed him to the third floor.
Bodyguards were everywhere. Looking out the window, she saw more hidden outside, making the place impenetrable.
Jane knew this was serious.
The master bedroom on the third floor had been turned into a temporary ward.
The smell of blood was strong, and the ventilation couldn't clear it.
Doctors and nurses were doing final touches around the bed. Ainslee, lying there, was almost entirely wrapped in bandages. His skin was pale, and he looked lifeless.
The doctor told Jovan, "We removed the bullet, but his right hand's bone was damaged. It's set, but he might have limited flexibility. He needs follow-ups. The bigger issue is the poison from the knife wound, which is a new type. Our medicine helps, but we're not sure yet."
Jovan noticed Jane at the door and smiled. "When did you get back, Jane?"
Jane knew he was trying to keep her from worrying. "Just now." She didn't want to disturb the medical staff, so she waited until they left to step in.
Ainslee lay there, motionless, with tubes everywhere. The heartbeat monitor was the only sign he was alive. Medical equipment filled the room.
"Jovan, what happened to Ainslee and you guys?" Jane asked, shaken by the scene.
"It was internal strife within the Richardson family," Jovan said. "Jane, we need to stay home for a while. Doctors, nurses, and bodyguards will be here 24/7. If it bothers you, there are servants at the mansion, you can..."
"I'll stay home," Jane interrupted, thinking quickly. "With so many people coming and going, if someone finds out, we can say I was injured."
Since Jovan wanted confidentiality, it meant no one knew they were here. Jane, as the house's long-term resident, was the best cover. If she left and people saw doctors coming here, it would raise suspicion.
"Thanks, Jane," Jovan said with a faint smile. "In the two years I've been away, you've grown up so much."
Jane had matured, both mentally and emotionally.
"Jovan, I've been grown up for a while. You just still treat me like a kid," Jane huffed.
"True," Jovan said, a hint of helplessness in his voice.
He didn't want Jane to grow up. Growing up often means getting hurt and facing setbacks. A princess shouldn't have to grow up.
But three years ago, he failed to protect her, forcing her to mature quickly. In his absence, she had learned to handle things on her own.
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