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Chapter 1766: Considering the Big Picture
This scene left Julie feeling astonished!
Catherine was also stunned!
Rowan and Claire were shaken, all eyes focused on Prince Taylor, who was kneeling, his hair disheveled, his face sporting bruises,
and his lips stained with blood.
Rowan appeared calm, unmoved by the situation, his inner anger not diminished by this act of kneeling.
"Bro, | was wrong!" Taylor looked up at him, thick-skinned and said, "Just forgive me! | really know | was wrong!"
The term "bro" struck a chord in Rowan's heart, playing the family card.
Rowan's indifferent face showed no emotion, but inside, he was somewhat moved because this address from Taylor... should be
difficult for him, right?
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Catherine and Julie were still a bit dazed. Taylor actually called him bro?!
"Claire, I'm sorry, | was wrong!" Seeing no response from his brother, Taylor knelt beside the girl next to his brother. He looked
genuinely apologetic, and said pitifully, "I really know | was wrong. Shall | write you a self-criticism?"
Write a self-criticism??
Isn't that what children do?
But at this moment, Taylor was like a child who had done wrong, with his mother by his side and his brother's wife in front of him.
As long as he sincerely and earnestly apologized, the elders wouldn't pursue the matter further, so his father wouldn't find out.
Claire suddenly felt sorry for him. Taylor's actions were truly disheartening. He failed to achieve his goal, got beaten, knelt down,
and now apologized...
So, she turned her gaze towards the man beside her.
Rowan, exuding an aura of coldness, looked at him displeased, "Write a one-thousand-word self-criticism. Your attitude must be
sincere, and your handwriting must be neat. Hand it over before nightfall today!"
"Okay, bro!" Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, "Can I... get up now?"
Rowan withdrew his gaze, put his arm around Claire, and walked away.
Claire, as she walked, glanced back at the three of them. When she saw Taylor standing up, Princess Catherine and herself briefly
exchanged glances.
Claire averted her eyes and then noticed a sense of gratitude in Princess Catherine's gaze.
So... they definitely didn't want this matter to escalate, didn't want to tarnish Taylor's reputation.
"Dr. Watson," Claire said as she walked, turning her gaze, "Can't we..."
"What did you call me?" Rowan squeezed her shoulder, reminding her, "Didn't you change your address in bed just now?" His tone,
having changed from the previous sternness, now carried a teasing and gentle quality.
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Claire's heart felt as though it had been stirred. She turned around and embraced him, halting his steps. "Rowan," she looked up at
him, "Could this matter not be told to the king?"
This wasn't a matter of being saintly, but rather considering the bigger picture.
The incident had already occurred. Taylor was willing to write a self-criticism, and she believed he would definitely turn over a new
leaf.
Moreover, Princess Catherine had personally cto intercede today. If the matter reached the king, her relationship with the
prince would sour again.
Naturally, it was better to repair this relationship as perfectly as possible.
Their eyes met, and Rowan understood her meaning and naturally comprehended this reasoning. "We can keep it from him, but it's
unlikely to remain hidden," he said. "Although Taylor's injuries aren't fatal, the aftermath is substantial. He probably won't get out
of bed tomorrow."
"What?" Claire's chest tightened, and a thought occurred to her. "Then can't you treat him? Mend... your relationship with your
stepmother?”
Rowan raised an eyebrow, his voice low, "That depends on whether his one-thousand-word self-criticism meets my satisfaction."