I am the King

Chapter 12

"The surgery was a success. Your daughter is going to be fine," the doctor said with a smile.

Hope was lying on the hospital bed, being wheeled out by a few nurses.

"Hope, are you okay?" Emma walked to the door, looking at her pale-faced daughter with concern.

The doctor gestured for Emma to be quiet and said, "Mrs. Chesterton, your daughter is still under anesthesia. Please do not disturb her."

Vincent gently stroked Hope's forehead. "I know, Hope is a strong girl."

"Sweetheart, it's all Mommy's fault for putting you through this." Seeing Hope's frail appearance, Emma couldn't hold back her tears.

"Alright, stop crying. Our daughter is fine now." Vincent tenderly embraced Emma.

"Okay, okay!" Emma nodded vigorously, trying to stop her tears.

Vincent then asked Emma to follow Hope to the VIP room while he stayed behind to talk to the doctor.

"Doctor, when will my daughter wake up?" Vincent asked.

The doctor smiled. "Mr. Chesterton, she will wake up in about half an hour when the anesthesia wears off."

Hearing this, Vincent felt a wave of relief.

"Thank you, my old friend. I truly appreciate your help this time," Vincent said with gratitude.

"It's nothing. Serving King is my honor. I have other matters to attend to, so I must leave now." The doctor's tone was very respectful. "I will arrange for a suitable doctor for your daughter's follow-up recovery. Have Galahad increase patrols. No one should disturb her during her recuperation." The doctor finished speaking, gave Vincent a knightly salute, and turned to leave.

Vincent turned to Galahad. "Galahad, arrange the guards. The VIP room is to be under strict surveillance 24/7 until my daughter recovers!"

"Yes, sir!" Galahad saluted and then withdrew.

Emma had come out of the room by now. Vincent approached her and said, "Stanley Field’s banquet is about to start. Take my invitation and attend, it will help you relax a bit."

"But our daughter is still recovering. I want to stay with her." Emma's eyes were fixed on the room.

"It's alright, I'll take good care of her," Vincent said, gently caressing Emma's hair.

"Will you come?" Emma asked.

"I need to stay and look after Hope and make sure her security is arranged. If I have time, I'll come," Vincent replied.

"I'd like to bring my parents, especially my mom. She's always wanted to attend a high-class event like this," Emma said softly. She was aware that her mother, Una, hadn't left a good impression on Vincent at previous gatherings, and she didn't anticipate him agreeing.

But Vincent didn't see it that way. Although he didn't particularly like Una, she was still Emma's mother. Since his wife wanted this, he had no reason to refuse.

"You decide. I have no objections," Vincent reassured her. "I'll arrange for someone to take you back. I have a few things to handle, but if I finish in time, I'll join you at the banquet."

With that, Vincent bid Emma farewell and went into Hope's room, while Emma was escorted away.

Half an hour later, Hope finally woke up.

Seeing this, Vincent gently touched her forehead and said, "Hope, are you alright?"

Hope smiled weakly. "Daddy, I'm okay. I'm strong. I did not cry."

Vincent held Hope's hand and said, "Daddy know, Hope is a strong girl."

Meanwhile, Emma arrived at her parents' place. Like Emma, they had been kicked out by the family and were now renting a cheap apartment.

"It's all Vincent's fault. Otherwise, we could move back into the family mansion."

Emma heard her mother Una complaining as soon as she reached the door.

"Go and beg your father. See when he will let us move back into the family," Una said, looking at Franklin, who was silently hanging his head.

Franklin sighed. "It's no use. Once Dad kicked us out, he's not going to let us back into the Joseph family."

Una cursed loudly. "It's all because of that Vincent. He's nothing but trouble!"

Emma pushed the door open and entered. Una saw her and immediately started shouting, "Where's that bastard Vincent? Didn't he come back with you?"

Emma took out the gold invitation. "Vincent sent me to bring you both to Mr. Field's banquet tonight."

"A banquet?" Una and Franklin were stunned.

Una scoffed, "Emma, you don't really think that gold invitation is real, do you?"

"Of course it's real. Stanley Field personally delivered it. Do you think it's fake?" Emma had complete faith in her husband.

"Hmph!" Una sneered. "Nathan said that Mr. Field is someone Vincent hired to pretend."

Emma, growing upset, asked, "Mom, don't you believe your own daughter?"

"Then explain to me why a nobody like him would get a personal invitation from Mr. Field?" Una was still skeptical. To her, the social gap between Vincent and Stanley Field was too vast for them to even know each other, let alone be invited to a banquet.

Seeing Una's hesitation, Emma stepped up. "Mom, stop doubting. Others may not believe in Vincent, but I do. He's my husband and he wouldn't lie to me. If you don't want to go, then forget it!" As his wife, Emma chose to unconditionally believe in her husband.

Hearing Emma's words, Una hesitated. She didn't want to strain her relationship with her daughter and was also curious to see if Vincent was as impressive as he claimed. After a moment of contemplation, Una gritted her teeth and said, "Alright! I'll trust you this once. But remember, I believe in my daughter, not this worthless son-in-law."

Seeing her mother agree, Emma made some preparations and then took her parents to the banquet venue, Arltington Castlethe private estate of the city's wealthiest man, Stanley Field.

At that moment, the vicinity surrounding Arltington Castle brimmed with opulent automobiles, with even the most modest ones valued at a minimum of a million dollars. It was the day of Stanley Field's banquet, drawing in all the elite figures of M City's high society.

A BMW pulled up, and a group of people stepped out. They were Hunter, the head of the Barton family, and several other Barton family members.

Observing the bustling crowd gathered at the castle's entrance, Hunter and the rest of the Barton family couldn't help but be amazed. "This is indeed fitting for Mr. Field's banquet. Just look at the attendees; they are all prominent figures in M City's high society. And those luxury cars, each valued at millions, some even tens of millions."

The sight of the expensive cars filled the Barton family with envy. Although the Barton family was relatively small, they had brought their only million-dollar BMW for this occasion. However, seeing these expensive cars made them feel a bit embarrassed.

"Father, we owe our presence at this banquet to my daughter's fiancé, Nathan," Kim stated, hoping for acknowledgment from Hunter.

Hunter nodded in agreement. "Kim is right. We owe this opportunity to Nathan."

Hearing Hunter's words, Nathan, who was holding Miranda's hand, smiled, trying to appear as gentlemanly as possible.

Nathan guided the Barton family to the entrance of the castle and proudly displayed his invitation.

The security guard glanced at the invitation and then said with a cold expression, "Sorry, you've been blacklisted. Your entry is denied!"