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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1585
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Chapter 1585: Rowan Noticed Something Unusual

"My child..." The king suddenly felt very sad. He bent his frail body and grasped Rowan's shoulder, sadly asking, "Have you been

well these years? Stand up!"

Rowan's brows knotted, feeling a stabbing pain in his heart. "Father, I'm sorry." Other than those three words, he didn't know what

else to say.

A kind of pain permeated his heart.

Rowan looked up, "Father, can you promiseone thing?"

"You must inherit the throne." Bertie shook his head, thinking he had guessed what was on his mind. "Taylor is not capable, his

mother is too ambitious, she's had her eye on the throne long ago. Our Lu Layuoka cannot be destroyed by them."

"That's not it." Rowan told him, "Let's put aside the matter of succeeding the throne for now and discuss it later. There's something

more important | need to tell you."

Outside, Eden and Arthur stood guard, unable to hear what was said inside. They just protected there, not allowing anyone to

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approach.

"What is it?" Inside the palace, the king firmly grasped his shoulder, unable to think of anything more important than this. "Tell me

after you stand up."

Rowan didn't want his father to tire himself by bending down, so he stood up and said, "Go lie down and rest first, Father. I'll

accompany you." Then he supported the king back to his room.

"Speak," said the king as he took off his shoes and lay down in bed.

Rowan sat at the edge of his bed. "Lettake your pulse." These days he had noticed something unusual but hadn't had a chance

to bring it up.

"..." The king was startled at first. He knows how to take pulses?

Then he sighed lightly again. "No use, my body has collapsed already, my tis up, | can't hold on much longer. | can feel it."

As a genius doctor, Rowan did not immediately draw conclusions. He carefully took his pulse.

Because the king's condition... was a bit complicated. He had already sensed something wrong and his mood was heavy, regretting

very much that he hadn't been by his father's side these years to discover earlier that he had been poisoned with chronic toxins.

Rowan really blamed himself.

A minute later, Rowan looked up. "Father," he said truthfully, "You've been poisoned with chronic toxins for at least five years."

The king looked back at his son in shock. "How do you know?" He didn't believe it, and a sense of horror arose.

"Because I'm a doctor now."

Father and son looked at each other, and silence filled the bedroom...

Rowan held his hand and told him, "Have you heard of the medicine master Rowan? Genius doctor, developed a vaccine to prevent

cancer."

"I've heard of it, heard of it..." The king didn't understand what this had to do with anything.

"That's me." He looked steadily at his father, encouraging him. "Your condition is bad now, but | think... | can try, as long as you

believe in me."

His voice was not loud, wary of eavesdroppers. These past few days he had observed the food he ate, the main dishes, desserts,

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tea, medicine...

Among them one thing was problematic.

Rowan was still thinking when the king let out a heavy sigh.

"The imperial physician said my organs have started failing irreversibly." The king had lost faith in recovering his health, but he was

unwilling to just die like this. "Louis, can you find the murderer?"

Rowan was silent for a while. "Can't alert the enemy, have to investigate slowly. We're in the light, the murderer is in the dark."

The king frowned. "I should be more certain." He suddenly felt very disappointed.

But Rowan shook his head. "This can't rely on guessing. Everyone around you is a potential suspect. Settling on a conclusion

prematurely without evidence is unwise."

"So..." The king placed his hopes on him. "Do you have any good suggestions now? | want to find the murderer as soon as possible,

while I'm still alive."

Obviously the other side was after the throne. He didn't want his son to struggle in this murky palace and eventually suffer the

sfate as himself.