Chapter 1691: Justin Kingston’s Certain Suspicion

The King knew his son would agree, but he still had to say it. He sighed softly again, closing his eyes with a touch of sadness.

A shadow of a little girl flashed in the King’s mind, after many years, that innocent and lovely smiling face still lingered in his memory.

"So many years have passed, and there’s still no news of Annie, whether she’s alive or dead." This was likely to be the greatest regret of the King’s life.

Mentioning his sister, Ian Shelby felt a pang in his heart, it was the deepest wound inside him, even though it had long since scabbed over, just a slight touch would cause it to bleed profusely.

The intense pain and sadness quickly filled his eyes with tears, Ian Shelby felt very sad and very guilty.

He said, "I feel sorry, I’ve been searching for clues, but to no avail."

"Perhaps this is fate..." The King sighed heavily, closing his eyes once more, "If she is still alive, if destiny allows it, I believe you will meet, and I... may not hold on until that time, but if there is a day when you meet, please be sure to tell her I’m sorry on my behalf, and then... give her a proper hug."

Ian Shelby nodded with tears, "Okay." His expression was veiled with sadness, his heart extremely heavy.

The father and son opened their hearts in the bedroom, Ian Shelby estimated the time and fed him some more ’sour plum soup’, little by little, which must be beneficial for the absorption of the medication.

Outside the palace entrance.

The robust Eden looked grim, his brow slightly furrowed, no one knew what he was thinking, giving an impression of being very deep and carrying an innate aura.

Within the entire royal family, he was someone of high status and power.

Jocelyn Morgan followed Justin Kingston back to his residence, the accompanying architects had already gone to the construction site, the progress of building the castle hadn’t stalled at all, everyone had clear roles.

Hence, only the two of them were in the palace, even the few servants were sent away.

"The assassin will be Eden." Justin Kingston told her with certainty.

Jocelyn was shocked upon hearing this, "...His uncle?" She was astounded, unable to recover for a long time, "This..." How could this be possible?

However, she believed CEO Kingston’s judgment completely.

"You’ll be staying there temporarily, keep an eye, see if there’s anything unusual about him," Justin Kingston said, "but also take special care of your safety, protecting yourself is a priority, as the situation is now unstable."

"Okay." Jocelyn Morgan accepted this task.

She originally wanted to return to the King’s palace now but after giving it some thought, she couldn’t help but ask, "The King’s condition is very critical today, will he really... not last much longer?"

Faced with this question, Justin Kingston also remained silent.

Because no one could give a definite answer, after all, he had been poisoned for a long time.

In this silence filled with a sense of sadness, Jocelyn Morgan dropped the topic, bid farewell to him, and headed to the King’s palace where Ian Shelby was, she needed to go help him.

The Raban doctor was still temporarily there, so she, as a translator, would also be around.

Just that they didn’t know which side the national doctor was on, so Ian Shelby dismissed him, his medical skills were poor to begin with, getting offended is whatever.

When Jocelyn returned to the palace, she saw Eden standing before the arched window with his hands behind his back.

She could only see a side profile of him, but even just from the side, she could sense that unique depth.

Jocelyn Morgan pretended to tidy up the tabletop while paying attention to him from afar, she wondered, was he really the assassin?

Such a ruthless heart, and such courage, what did he intend to do?

The eldest son’s succession also wouldn’t fall to him.

Eden didn’t know what happened, perhaps he felt her gaze, or maybe it was his own vigilance, so he abruptly turned his eyes, instantly meeting Jocelyn Morgan’s gaze.