Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 1769: Impressions Of Prince Louis Decline Once More

Chapter 1769: Impressions of Prince LouisDecline Once More

In the spacious and elegant study, Prince Taylor was writing his self-criticism with great seriousness. Several crumpled sheets had alreadybeen thrown into the waste bin, leaving the three outside waiting for agood two hours...

He had spent two hours writing his self-criticism, and his attitude wasfar from perfunctory.

The royal physician's legs were aching from standing for so long, buthe didn't dare to leave without being dismissed.

Two hours later, thedoor opened, and as Taylor was about to step out,he suddenly appeared in the sight of the three people waiting outside.He paused for a moment, seemingly taken aback. "What are you alldoing here?"

“Your Highness," the royal physician quickly bowed respectfully.Katherine, seeing her son's appearance, felt a pang of distress. Thetraces of blood around his mouth had already dried. "I asked the royalphysician to come and check on you, to help you recover more quickly.”Taylor, holding the self-criticism in his hand, thought for a moment."Wait here. I'll be back in a while." With that, he left.

He also wanted treatment; the bruise on his face didn't look good, andit really hurt.

The royal physician's gaze fell on the paper folded twice in Taylor'shand; it seemed to be filled with writing.

Where was he planning to take this self-criticism?

After a brief moment of doubt, a thought suddenly occurred to the royalphysician-Did Prince Louis make him write this self-criticism???

So... it wasn't surprising that the queen's expression had turned grim.Oh, Prince Louis was so ignorant. Even if he was going to be the king,the queen was still his elder. Shouldn't he respect her?

So, the royal physician's impression of Prince Louis diminished onceagain.

As Rowan was returning to his palace with Claire, a passing guardquietly reported, "Your Highness, Miss Russell, Prince Taylor is here,waiting for you in the hall."

Rowan paused for a moment, looked in the direction of the palace, andsaid, "Hmm." His handsome face showed no emotion.

The guard respectfully saluted them and stepped aside, allowing thetwo to walk towards the palace.

Knowing that only Taylor had come and the queen hadn't, had healready finished writing the self-criticism so quickly? His attitude ofadmitting his mistake seemed quite good.

The two entered the grand hall.

“Your Highness," a servant inside greeted them respectfully, "MissRussell.”

"Please, you may leave," Rowan said calmly, his gaze falling on Taylor,who had stopped not far away, then he stood in front of him.

The two brothers locked eyes.

Soon, the spacious hall was left with only the three of them.

Rowan and Claire stood before Taylor. Rowan's expression was calm,his eyes coolly fixed on him. Although he wasn't as angry as before, hestill didn't seem very pleased.

Taylor shifted his gaze. "Brother, this is my self-criticism," he said,handing over the handwritten self-criticism.

Rowan didn't immediately take it. Claire pursed her lips and slowlyturned to look at him.

She noticed that he was staring at Taylor without a trace of anger in hiseyes, only a sense of disappointment.

Claire lightly touched Rowan's arm. After about five seconds, Rowanreached out with his left hand and took the self-criticism.

Glancing briefly at the written words, he said calmly, "Whether I forgiveyou or not depends on how well this self-criticism is written, howsincere it is. Since you are writing it seriously, rest assured, I will read itseriously and not just throw it away."

Taylor, who had been listening, dared not look up. He knew he hadgone too far, and this wouldn't end easily.

Even Claire felt that Rowan's tone was incredibly cold, and yet, it wasstrangely pleasing to the ear. His attitude was also incrediblycomposed!

After venting, he didn't intend to continue confronting his brother, but hestill wanted to teach him a lesson, to make sure he deeply rememberednot to repeat such things. Yes, it was quite the elder brother's style.