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. Afterall, their marriage had been decent over the years.

He did not want to talk much now, as it took too much energy. “Whenit's time to settle my affairs, I will... I will notify you all to come back. Iwant some peace and quiet these days.”

His tone contained helplessness and pleading.

"Alright," Catherine said as tears rolled down her face. She glanced atRowan's profile, then slowly turned around and left sorrowfully.

Almost everyone was blinded by the illusion that the king wanted tochat with Prince Louis, whom he had not seen for years, during the finalmoments of his life.

But that was not the case. The king wanted to hand over duties to himand cooperate with his medication. No matter who it was, there was aninnate will to survive.

Hearing Catherine's footsteps fade away and the door close, the roombecame completely quiet. It was about a minute before the king slowlyopened his eyes again. He was still weak, but the pain had subsidedsignificantly.

What he saw was his son sitting on the edge of the bed. He had growntall and matured into a handsome adult. The king sighed at how timeflew.

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 inhis heart.

"Father, I'm sorry..."

"Those words are meaningless... don't say any more," the kinginterrupted.

"You must persevere and have a strong will to survive," Rowan saidencouragingly. "I already have the antidote, although there is only onebottle. But I will figure out the second bottle very soon."

"Who do you think... the culprit is?" The king was really weak and hadto pause to catch his breath even to say a complete sentence.

Rowan thought for a moment. He was actually a very composedperson. Without solid evidence, he did not want to make rashjudgments.

"Father, what do you think?" Rowan looked at him, wanting to hear hisassessment instead. He felt the king had something to say.

Perhaps it was the “sour plum soup’ taking effect. The king'scomplexion had improved significantly and his breathing had stabilizedquite a bit.

He did not name anyone either, only saying, “It can't be Catherine. Shewouldn't..." This was his intuition after living with his wife for so manyyears.

He also said, "It can't be Taylor either. Although impulsive, Taylor is kindat heart. He has been spoiled since childhood. Even if you didn't comeback, I would not leave Lu Layeka to him."

"So... assuming I don't make it, who are you planning to pass thethrone 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 notunderstand governance. Currently, he only had one simple wish-for hisfather 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 Iwill have to go first eventually.”

As a father, he held his son's hand and instructed, "Although you andTaylor 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 alsobrimmed with tears. "We are of the same root.”

The silent Rowan shed a tear. "I know. I won't make things difficult forhim." He looked quite calm.

“You are more steady by nature and have had your own views sinceyoung. You can take on important tasks. I hope you can be moreforgiving of him." The king was settling his last wishes, it seemed."Alright," Rowan agreed. Even without his father's request, he wouldnot harm anyone. He would do his best to reconcile all theserelationships and properly settle the mother and son.