Chapter 1711: Justin Kingston Has a Plan

He saw a tear fall from the corner of his father’s eye. Ian Shelby felt a bit touched, his muscles tensed up, and his heart tightened along with them. Is this the only wish his father has now?

But where is his sister?

After searching for so many years, there has been no news at all. He used to dream of his sister, but later he didn’t see her in his dreams anymore.

Ian couldn’t help but feel a bit melancholy.

At this moment, the King slowly opened his eyes and woke from his dream.

The first person he saw upon opening his eyes was his eldest son, and a sense of security filled his helpless heart.

Father and son met each other’s gaze, and Ian regained his composure. He gently called out, "Father."

"Louis, I just... I just dreamed of Annie," the King was somewhat excited, "She wasn’t dead; she grew up, she’s in her 20s."

"Hmm." Ian nodded, "I heard you calling her name." Although he hadn’t found his sister, he also had a premonition that she might still be alive.

Why can’t the mystical things be explained? Why is the sister in the dream in her 20s?

"Help me sit up." The King raised his hand toward him, his voice weak, as he calmly recalled the dream.

Ian hurriedly bent down to assist him because, having just awoken, the dream lingered clearly in his mind with every detail.

"I think I got a clear view of her face..." the King reminisced, "She looks different from when she was a child; she’s grown to be graceful, but why did I just assume this girl was Annie? When I called her name, she turned around, that look in her eyes... she must be Annie."

Dreams sometimes cannot be explained, human research is still very limited.

"Father." Ian helped him sit properly, placed a pillow behind him for support, and then brought him a cup of warm water, "Do you feel better now?" His voice was extremely soft, worried that there might be ears listening.

The King nodded, "The pain in my chest isn’t as bad; I feel better, do you think this is an illusion?"

"No." Ian sat on the edge of the bed, telling him quite confidently, "It’s not an illusion, your pulse has stabilized a lot, my mentor is also developing an antidote, which will soon be delivered. You just hang in there and recuperate your body, I’ll definitely find our sister!"

"Hmm hmm." The King nodded, filling himself with a firm belief, that he must reunite with Annie in his lifetime.

As long as she’s alive, fate will bring them together.

In the palace where Justin Kingston was located, Jocelyn Morgan found some time and came over.

He led her upstairs. They entered the study. Since they were considered brother and sister, their meeting didn’t alert anyone.

"CEO Kingston, the antidote is effective, he said the King’s pulse has stabilized."

Jocelyn reported to him, "Eden hasn’t made any moves temporarily, seeming normal, but he always gave people a deep and scheming feeling. Based on my judgment, this person has issues."

"He’s the murderer, of course, there are issues." Justin Kingston’s lips curled with a cold grin; he very much trusted his intuition.

Up until now, Jocelyn didn’t know what Justin Kingston’s plan was, or perhaps fewer people knowing was safer, so she didn’t ask.

She just pondered, "Then if he doesn’t act anymore, isn’t it hard to make him confess? What if he resists admitting it? We don’t have evidence either."

"I have a way to make him confess, and he will soon confess." Justin Kingston was full of confidence, his demeanor softened a bit, "My wife just called; she has developed the antidote and plans to head over here soon."

Jocelyn truly didn’t understand why it must be her?

But she was very clear that CEO Kingston definitely had his reasons for arranging this.