Free Web NovelChapter 1585: Chapter 1585: Ian Shelby Discerns the Unusual
"My child..." The King suddenly felt a wave of sadness, bending his frail body to hold Ian Shelby’s shoulder, sorrowfully asking, "How have you been these years? Come on, get up!"
Ian Shelby furrowed his brow tightly, feeling a pain like needles piercing his heart, "Father, I’m sorry." Beyond these three words, he didn’t know what else to say.
A kind of pain that seemed to penetrate his heart.
Ian Shelby raised his eyes, "Father, can you promise me one thing?"
"You must inherit the throne." Bertie shook his head, thinking he had guessed Ian’s intentions, and said, "Taylor is not cut out for greatness, his mother’s ambition is too strong, she has been eyeing the throne for a long time. We can’t let Lorelei be ruined by them."
"It’s not about that." Ian told him, "The matter of inheriting the throne can wait, we’ll discuss it later; there is a more important issue to talk to you about now."
Outside the door, Eden and Arthur stood guard on either side, unable to hear a word of the conversation inside, only ensuring nobody approached.
"What is it?" Inside the palace, the King gripped his shoulder tightly, unable to think of anything more important than that. "Get up and tell me."
Ian didn’t want his father to remain bent over, so tired. He stood up, "Please go back to your room and rest for a while, I will accompany you." Saying so, he helped the King back to his room.
"Speak." The King took off his shoes and lay down on the bed.
Ian sat by the edge of the bed, "Let me check your pulse." In recent days, he had sensed something unusual but hadn’t had a chance to speak.
"..." The King was initially slightly stunned, could he check the pulse?
Then he sighed softly, "It’s useless, my body has already collapsed, I’m at the end of my strength, I can’t hold on for much longer, I can feel it myself."
As a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine and a genius doctor, Ian did not jump to conclusions, seriously checking the pulse.
Due to his father’s condition... which was somewhat complex, he had already identified the clues and felt heavy-hearted, particularly regretful.
Because over the years, he hadn’t been by his father’s side, he hadn’t realized earlier that his father was suffering from chronic poisoning, Ian felt deeply guilty.
A minute later, Ian raised his eyes, "Father." He spoke frankly, "You’ve been suffering from chronic poisoning, for at least five years."
The King met his son’s gaze in shock, "How do you know?" He couldn’t believe it, then a sense of terror grew within his heart.
"Because I am now a doctor."
Father and son stared at each other, the room filled with silence...
Ian clasped his father’s hand, informing him, "Perhaps you’ve heard of the name Ian Shelby, the genius doctor who developed a vaccine for cancer prevention."
"I’ve heard, I’ve heard..." The King was puzzled, but how was that related?
"Ian Shelby is me." Ian looked at his father firmly, offering encouragement, "Your situation is quite severe now, but I think... I could try, as long as you’re willing to trust me."
He spoke in a cautious tone, mindful of the possibility of eavesdropping. He had also observed the food consumed over these days, the meals, snacks, teas, and medicines...
Something among them was amiss.
Ian was still pondering when the King let out a heavy sigh.
"The royal physician said my internal organs have begun to fail, it’s irrevocable." The King had lost hope in recovery but wasn’t willing to die like this, "Ian, can you find the culprit?"
Ian stayed silent for a moment, "We cannot alert the snake in the grass; it must be investigated slowly, while we are in the light, the culprit remains in the dark."
The King’s brows furrowed, "I should have some idea." Suddenly, he felt so disappointed.
Ian shook his head instead, "This can’t be based on guesswork; every person around you could be a suspect. It’s not good to draw conclusions prematurely without evidence."
"So..." The King placed his hope in him, "Do you have any good advice now? I want to find out the culprit as soon as possible, within my lifetime."
Clearly, the adversary was targeting the throne. He didn’t want his son to struggle in the toxic atmosphere of the palace, ending up like himself.
