Chapter 1687: Could There Be an Even Worse Outcome?

Everyone turned their heads upon hearing the sound, only to see Prince Louis holding a bottle and striding in! He rushed straight to the bedside, "Move aside!"

The Arab doctor willingly stepped back, and the royal physician also moved to the side, but he was filled with concern, "Prince! The King is coughing so badly, what point is there in drinking sour plum juice? It could be fatal! He should start taking medicine immediately!"

Ian Shelby didn’t concern himself with any of this, he sat at the bed’s edge, holding his father, swiftly opening the medicine bottle!

He brought the bottle’s mouth to his father’s purple lips.

The King cooperatively opened his mouth, his whole body trembling, but he knew this was medicine, and he had a premonition to trust him.

"Louis!!" Catherine was anxious, rushing forward to grab Ian Shelby’s arm, pulling him away forcefully, "Now is not the time for you to show filial piety! What exactly do you want to do?! Do you want the King to die?!"

Ian Shelby furrowed his brow tightly, using all his strength to steady himself, persistently feeding medicine to his father!

The King’s lips trembled, wanting to cooperate but lacking the strength, yet he did drink some.

"Louis! Get away from him! This is murder!!" Catherine was both anxious and angry.

The forceful tugging caused some precious medicine to spill onto the blanket, which also enraged Ian Shelby, bottling up a stomach full of anger! He nearly wanted to slap her!

Seeing the King actually drink this stuff, Catherine became even more anxious, pulling and seeking help from all sides, "Quick!! He’s harming the King! Quickly pull him away! He’s the culprit!!"

The culprit?

These two words made Ian Shelby feel a slight jolt in his heart; during this time, he had been searching for the culprit, yet these words unexpectedly came out of her mouth.

The servants and guards were a bit at a loss, the King was willing to drink, the one feeding the medicine was the Prince, and the one shouting to stop it was the princess, each one could not be defied, so they didn’t know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, Justin Kingston and Jocelyn Morgan also rushed to the door, just in time to see this scene of pulling and tugging!

"Princess, what are you doing?" Jocelyn screamed.

Justin immediately rushed over to stop it, "Let go!" and strongly pulled her away!

At this time, Ian Shelby also fed the correct dose of medicine, quickly capping the bottle, slipping it back into his pocket, and gently laying the King back down.

The father and son locked eyes, Ian Shelby’s lips pressed tightly, his brow lightly furrowed, his determined eyes filled with a thousand unspoken words.

After settling his father down, he slowly stood up, speaking with a powerful presence to the two doctors beside him, "No need to feed my father any other medicine anymore, just let him rest."

He didn’t need to collect evidence from the medicine, they had already proven the food was poisoned, checking a few individuals could reveal the instigator and thus uncover the mastermind.

"Louis!" Catherine angrily pointed at him, "Are you trying to kill your father to inherit the throne?!"

These words were harsh and made Ian Shelby furrow his brow once more.

"You know he is critically ill! And you’re still refusing him medicine?! I think you have ulterior motives!" Catherine screamed hysterically at him, this being the first time she confronted him face-to-face.

Ian Shelby was accused upfront, and his actions undoubtedly faced a lot of questioning.

At this moment, the King was too weak to speak, but he was particularly clear-minded, gasping for breath with his mouth open.

Ian Shelby slowly turned his gaze to Catherine, his eyes emitting a sharp light.

This cold light pricked Catherine, and she didn’t dare to confront him head-on at that moment, not even daring to speak.

"This sour plum juice is a folk remedy." Ian Shelby said to her, and to everyone present, "Since the medicine hasn’t worked for so long, it’s time to try this!"

"Is there evidence for that?" Eden questioned solemnly, "Could it not have the opposite effect?"

"Is there a worse outcome than the current one?" Ian Shelby met his gaze expressionlessly, almost stating what everyone secretly knew in their hearts.

Now it was a life-and-death situation.

Uncle and nephew locked eyes, a unique aura intertwined between them, both showed no particular expression.