Upon hearing this, Catherine was slightly surprised. She saw Claire tug at Louis’ arm, and the next moment, Louis took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket and handed it over. He looked at her with a calm expression and said nothing.
“Thank you.” Catherine’s throat tightened. She reached out and took the bottle, clutching it tightly in her palm. “Thank you, both of you,” she sincerely expressed her gratitude from the bottom of her heart, knowing that this must be a special medicine.
However, Rowan remained silent throughout, and Claire seemed a bit anxious. They had come to smooth things over, so why was he still being aloof? They had already written their self-criticisms and he had already been punished. Even his own mother had apologized. It was about time to let it go. After all, she was still his stepmother, still an elder.
So Claire softened her expression and, after glancing at Taylor, who was lying on the bed suppressing his groans, and then at the middle-aged woman in front of her, she broke the awkwardness with a smile. “Prince Louis came to deliver this on his own, and he even insisted on bringing me along.”
Rowan blinked and his icy demeanor softened, his whole aura becoming gentler.
Upon hearing this, Catherine, looking at Louis’ relaxed expression, suddenly didn’t know what to say.
“Um… Your Highness, we still have matters to attend to, so we should take our leave,” Claire said to her. “One pill in the morning, one in the afternoon, and one in the evening, taken orally, will be effective for pain relief.”
“Alright, I’ll remember that,” Catherine said, deeply moved.
Then Claire and Rowan turned and headed towards the door. As she watched their retreating figures, she added, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Rowan said as they left, his tone gentle and calm, without stopping or turning back.
Claire was quite pleased; he had finally spoken.
Once they had left, Julie quickly brought over a glass of warm water. Catherine hurriedly unscrewed the lid and took out a pill from inside.
The two of them helped Taylor up, hoping and wishing as they fed him the medicine. “Take this, it will make you feel better.”
In fact, today Rowan had reconsidered a matter. Beating Taylor to this extent was something that should not have been kept from his father. If his father found out, he would also be very distressed. For Taylor to be injured like this, if his father could come and see him, it would also be a comfort to the child’s soul. Earlier, Rowan had been afraid that his father would blame Taylor, so he had covered up the matter, much like protecting a calf.
“What are you thinking?” Claire saw him lost in thought and asked, “Can you tell me?”
“Do you think I should tell father about what happened to Taylor?” Rowan asked her as they walked, his gaze drawn to the distant horizon. “I also need to apologize to father.”
Claire pondered for a moment. “It’s up to you?”
Rowan remained silent, not making a hasty decision. He needed to think it over again.
Today, Rowan had lunch with Claire. On the 28th, the royal succession ceremony would take place, so the entire royal family had to prepare for the event. Even Rowan’s attire for that day was carefully considered, with precise measurements taken, and many details to be thought of. Rowan was also studying some etiquette, with a teacher assigned to him. In short, he was quite busy, and for now, he couldn’t take Claire back to Arkpool City.
At dinner, Rowan went to the King’s palace once again.
Just like the night before, the father and son sat in the magnificent dining hall, with warm yellow lights and soft, melodious music playing in the background. The well-dressed waiters had served the dishes and then retreated to the outside.
“Father, there’s something I want to tell you,” Rowan said, his lips parting slightly, his eyes deep and serious. “I beat Taylor.”