NovelStartChapter 1690 We Are of the SRoot
"Get out," the king repeated softly. He did not reject or disdain her. After all, their marriage had been decent over the years.
He did not want to talk much now, as it took too much energy. "When it's tto settle my affairs, | will... | will notify you all to
cback. | want speace and quiet these days."
His tone contained helplessness and pleading.
"Alright," Catherine said as tears rolled down her face. She glanced at Rowan's profile, then slowly turned around and left
sorrowfully.
Almost everyone was blinded by the illusion that the king wanted to chat with Prince Louis, whom he had not seen for years, during
the final moments of his life.
But that was not the case. The king wanted to hand over duties to him and cooperate with his medication. No matter who it was,
there was an innate will to survive.
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Hearing Catherine's footsteps fade away and the door close, the room beccompletely quiet. It was about a minute before the
king slowly opened his eyes again. He was still weak, but the pain had subsided significantly.
What he saw was his son sitting on the edge of the bed. He had grown tall and matured into a handsadult. The king sighed at
how tflew.
Father and son's gazes converged and lingered... in silence.
Rowan's eyes brimmed with tears and his heart ached as if torn. Regret, anxiety, impatience... various complex emotions
intertwined in his heart.
"Father, I'm sorry..."
"Those words are meaningless... don't say any more," the king interrupted.
"You must persevere and have a strong will to survive," Rowan said encouragingly. "l already have the antidote, although there is
only one bottle. But | will figure out the second bottle very soon."
"Who do you think... the culprit is?" The king was really weak and had to pause to catch his breath even to say a complete
sentence.
Rowan thought for a moment. He was actually a very composed person. Without solid evidence, he did not want to make rash
judgments.
"Father, what do you think?" Rowan looked at him, wanting to hear his assessment instead. He felt the king had something to say.
Perhaps it was the 'sour plum soup’ taking effect. The king's complexion had improved significantly and his breathing had
stabilized quite a bit.
He did not nanyone either, only saying, "It can't be Catherine. She wouldn't..." This was his intuition after living with his wife
for so many years.
He also said, "lt can't be Taylor either. Although impulsive, Taylor is kind at heart. He has been spoiled since childhood. Even if you
didn't cback, | would not leave Lu Layeka to him."
"So... assuming | don't make it, who are you planning to pass the throne to?" Rowan asked.
Several faces flashed through the king's mind and he sighed softly, "There are no ifs, heaven has eyes. You cback."
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"..." Rowan actually had no interest in the throne and did not understand governance. Currently, he only had one simple wish-for
his father to recover.
Other than doing his best, this wish was also somewhat up to fate.
"Louis, no matter whether | can make it through this or not, one day | will have to go first eventually."
As a father, he held his son's hand and instructed, "Although you and Taylor are not blood brothers, you share half the same
blood..."
As he spoke, the king's throat choked up a little as well. His eyes also brimmed with tears. "We are of the sroot."
The silent Rowan shed a tear. "lI know. | won't make things difficult for him." He looked quite calm.
"You are more steady by nature and have had your own views since young. You can take on important tasks. | hope you can be
more forgiving of him." The king was settling his last wishes, it seemed.
"Alright," Rowan agreed. Even without his father's request, he would not harm anyone. He would do his best to reconcile all these
relationships and properly settle the mother and son.
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