ā€œā€¦ ā€¦ Memory loss?ā€
Taking off the hunting gloves, Lyle frowned.
By now, he thought he would receive a report and then have to issue an order to save the Empressā€™s maids.
But unexpected news came. Lyle was so excited,
ā€œIf she loses her memory, then Iā€™ll sleep in peace tonight!ā€
ā€œBecause you donā€™t remember me, I wonā€™t have to hear the ranting of that delusional woman that Iā€™m hiding a woman in my bedroom.ā€
ā€œItā€™s no time for you to joke around. I think itā€™s true this time.ā€
Even with Sidā€™s grave tone, Lyle wasnā€™t very trusting.
Whenever Medea tried to commit suicide, she had lost her breath for a few moments and had ā€˜died.ā€™
ā€œMemory lossā€¦ā€¦ Would the Empress be trying to make a ridiculous request regarding the coupleā€™s appearanceā€¦ have you looked into it, and has she been checked?ā€
ā€œYes. Your Majesty should also comeā€¦ ā€¦ā€
But Lyleā€™s expression was cold. ā€œI canā€™t heal her. If she truly does have amnesia, I would be a stranger, so it would be better not to show my face.ā€
ā€œHa, Your Majestyā€¦ ā€¦ .ā€
Lyle walked away with a face that said he didnā€™t want to hear anymore. Sid chased after the emperor with a flustered look.
Five days later, Lyle had to visit her even though he didnā€™t want to.
He was going to verify if she really lost her memory.
Iā€™d rather sleep on that fifth day.
Lyle asked Sid about todayā€™s schedule, erasing the disgusting Empressā€™s face from his head.