NovelEnglishChapter 1691 Ivan's Certain Guess
The king also knew his son would agree, but he still had to say it.
He sighed again, somewhat sadly closing his eyes.
The image of a little girl flashed through the king's mind. After so many years, her innocent and lovely smile was still fresh in his
memory.
"After all these years, there is still no trace of Annie. | don't know if she is dead or alive." This would probably becthe king's
biggest regret in this life.
At the mention of his sister, Rowan's heart also stung. This was the deepest wound in his heart. Although it had long scarred over,
even the slightest touch would make it bleed profusely again.
That extrpain and grief quickly filled Rowan's eyes with tears. He felt very upset and guilty.
He said, "I'm very sorry that after searching for clues all this time, I've found nothing."
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"Perhaps this is fate..." The king heaved a heavy sigh, closing his eyes again. "If she is still alive, if we are destined to meet, |
believe you will be able to find each other. As for me... | probably won't make it to that day. If you do meet, please tell her I'm sorry
on my behalf, and then... hold her tight."
With tears in his eyes, Rowan nodded. "Alright." His expression was filled with grief, and his mood was extremely heavy.
The father and son were having an open-hearted talk in the bedroom. Rowan was also keeping track of the time, feeding the king
smore of the 'sour plum soup' in small doses over time, which would definitely help the medicine absorb better.
Outside the palace entrance, the burly figure of Eiden stood with a grave expression, his brow slightly furrowed, and no one knew
what he was thinking. He gave off a very shrewd impression and had an imposing aura about him.
In the entire royal family, he also held a high position of power.
Claire followed Ivan back to his residence. The architects who had cwith them had already gone to the construction site, and
the progress on building the castle had not slowed down at all, with everyone clear on the division of labor.
So it was just the two of them in the palace, and the servants had also been sent away.
"The culprit will be Eiden," Ivan told her with certainty.
Claire was badly startled to hear this. "... His uncle?" She was shocked beyond belief. "How could that be?"
But she had absolute faith in Mr. Marsh's judgment.
"You'll be staying there for now. Keep an eye on him and see if he acts abnormally," Ivan said. "But you must also pay special
attention to safety. Protecting yourself is the priority. The situation is unstable now."
"Alright." Claire accepted the task.
She had originally wanted to return to the king's palace immediately, but on second thought, she couldn't help asking, "Is the
king's condition really so critical today that he might not..."
Faced with this question, Ivan also fell silent.
Because no one could give a definite answer, given how long he had been poisoned.
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In this silence filled with grief, Claire dropped the subject and bid Ivan farewell, heading to the king's palace where Rowan was. She
had to go help him.
The Arab doctor was still there for now, so she as the interpreter would be there too.
She just didn't know which side the royal physician was on, so Rowan had sent him away. His medical skills were useless anyway,
so offending him didn't matter.
When Claire returned to the palace, she saw Eiden standing with his hands behind his back before a curved window.
She could only see his profile, but that alone revealed his unique depth.
Claire pretended to tidy up the table while keeping an eye on him from afar, wondering if he really was the culprit.
He had such a ruthless heart and guts to do this?
Primogeniture meant he wasn't next in line anyway.
Eiden seemed to sense her gaze, or perhaps it was his own wariness, because without warning he turned and his eyes collided
directly with Claire's.
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