Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1689

Chapter 1689: Primogeniture

"I... I want to leave quietly, to stop seeking medical treatment," the king said resignedly and weakly, making his wishes very clear.

Catherine's heart ached, filled with reluctance and sorrowful tears welled up in her eyes.

She saw the king clutch the bedsheet, his sweat gradually soaking through it, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead...

She heard him say with difficulty, "I know my own body very well... It's just... the matter of succession, | will make it clear here, it

must follow primogeniture, Louis should take over when | leave, the day | depart will be the day he assumes the throne."

Catherine's heart thudded heavily, her heart instantly cooled halfway, but at a tlike this, she could not utter a word.

After all, the king was critically ill, and that rascal Tylor was nowhere to be found.

Ivan stood ramrod straight, observing the king's condition with his keenest sense, his gaze fixed on Ethan.

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At this moment Ethan's thoughts were fully on the king, standing vigil at his bedside, also with a tense and worried look.

But in Ivan's eyes, this merely looked like he was closely observing the king's condition.

When he heard about the succession, Ivan noticed Ethan's expression was a bit odd. At this point, he had made a judgement in his

mind.

"I want to rest now," a chill cover the king's chest, he sighed, his complexion still pale, his breath still weak, "Just let Louis

accompanythrough the final moments of my life."

His tone was full of regret, as if this was his only wish.

Rowan looked at his father with great sorrow, feeling like a thousand-pound boulder weighed down his heart. He watched as

Catherine gently helped his father lie back down, and finally let go of his father's hand.

The king laid down and opened his eyes, looking directly at his son by the bedside. His voice was weak, "Louis, move your personal

belongings over, live here starting today, we've missed out on... so many years, just... keepcompany for the final stretch of my

life."

Every word from his father felt like a needle pricking Rowan's heart, the pain so distinct.

In the opulent bedroom, the air was heavy with grief, the atmosphere of impending separation by death.

The servants kneeled and wept, stifling their cries.

The scene also greatly moved Claire, she felt very distressed, tears welling up as she held the antidote, but the king's current

condition... it was uncertain how long he could endure.

"Everyone withdraw, only Louis remains..." the king said softly, breathing with difficulty as he gave the order, "I wish to be alone."

Catherine was envious and unwilling, but seeing the king's state now, she didn't have the heart to make things difficult. In fact, she

wanted to stay as well.

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She thought, Tylor was also his son, why keep only Louis by his side? He didn't even mention Tylor, and directly announced the

succession.

Catherine was resentful.

At this time, Ivan pulled Claire along as he strode out. Claire's worried gaze lingered on Rowan before she followed Ivan's steps out.

At this moment her heart was filled with complex emotions.

Then the servants and guards also got up one by one and left the king's bedchamber in utmost grief.

Lying in the bed, the king had his eyes closed weakly, breathing with his mouth open, no longer speaking, just silently listening to

the footsteps fading away.

Ethan and Arthur also went out, the entire room suddenly quieted down.

Catherine still had not left, standing by the bed with tears in her eyes, her nose tingling, vision blurred. "Bertie..." She was very

distressed, also very worried that if he passed, her own situation... would surely becextremely difficult.