Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1690 We Are Of The Same Root

Chapter 1690 We Are of the Same Root

"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 time to settle my affairs, I will... I will notify you all to come back. I want some peace 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.

Hearing Catherine's footsteps fade away and the door close, the room became completely 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 handsome adult. The king sighed at how time flew.

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. "I already have the antidote, although there is only one bottle. But I 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 name anyone 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, "It can't be Taylor either. Although impulsive, Taylor is kind at heart. He has been spoiled since childhood. Even if you didn't come back, I would not leave Lu Layeka to him."

"So... assuming I 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 came back."

"..." 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 I can make it through this or not, one day I 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 same root.”

The silent Rowan shed a tear. "I know. I 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. I 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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