Verney signaled for the nurses to check on Justin's condition, ensuring he was receiving the best care. "You need to rest, Justin. Let us take care of you. Everything will become clearer once you're better."Justin closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind.At that moment, the door opened, and the King entered. His sudden appearance made the atmosphere in the room more solemn and stifling. Verney immediately bowed, showing absolute respect.Justin, still weary and in pain, tried to sit up out of respect. However, the King raised his hand, his deep, authoritative voice resonating, "No need, Justin. Please rest, there's no need to stress over formalities."Justin lay back down, but his eyes remained fixed on the man before him. He realized that the person standing before him seemed to have aged significantly, his face pale and noticeably thinner. The King's white hair fell over his forehead, and the lines on his face showed signs of fatigue and wear."Your Majesty, you don't look well,"
"Justin, you must trust your family and those who have always been by your side. We can overcome any difficulty together, but only if we are united," the King said, his voice filled with pain yet firm as he looked at Justin."Justin, you don't understand everything that has happened. You don't know what the King has sacrificed for you," Ricard said, his voice trembling with emotion.Justin looked at Ricard, his confusion and astonishment growing. "Ricard, what are you talking about?"Ricard clenched his fists, his eyes brimming with tears. "Do you know that the King cut flesh from his own arm to make a medicine for you? That’s why he was injured."Justin was stunned, his eyes wide with shock, unable to believe his ears. "What? He did that for me?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with panic."Ricard, stop talking right now! Do not say another word," the King shouted.But Ricard did not back down, his eyes filled with determination and pain. "Your Majesty, I would rather disobey and spea
"You don't need to apologize. The important thing is that you understand and are determined. We will face all difficulties together." The King continuedJustin felt relieved, but still a little uneasy. "You have done so much for me. I really don't know how to atone for my mistakes."The King gently placed his hand on Justin's shoulder, his eyes were gentle and warm. "You don't need to atone for anything. Your love and determination are enough. Now you need to rest and recover. That's the most important thing right now."Justin nodded, feeling warm and filled with determination. "I will rest and recover, Your Majesty. I will not let you down."The King smiled and patted Justin on the shoulder. “Very well. Rest, Justin.”After the King and the others left, leaving Justin in a quiet space, he lay back on the bed, trying to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his head. Feelings of regret and self-blame constantly tormented him. "My mother sacrificed everything for me, yet I didn't know and b
Justin sat dazed by the bed, his mind swirling with chaotic thoughts. In a moment of confusion and despair, a spark of realization flickered in his mind: the business card of the taxi driver. That man was a retired traditional medicine doctor, and he might have the answers Justin needed."That's right, I must find him," Justin thought.But soon after, a wave of fatigue washed over him. The guilt of doubting his father, the affection he once had for the King now replaced by suspicion and fear. "We are father and son, how did we become like enemies?" Justin wondered, his head bowed, hands clutching his forehead.He realized he couldn't easily escape from here. If he was caught again, the chance to get out would significantly diminish, and the King's vigilance towards him would increase."Patrick cannot escape. They will take me back, and next time I won’t have another chance," Justin mumbled.He held his head, feeling as if everything was weighing down on his mind and body. Conflicting
Then, Justin called Etham into the room, using the excuse of wanting to drink and chat with him. "Etham, come in here and have a drink with me. I need to talk to you," Justin called, his voice full of invitation.Etham stepped into the room, slightly surprised but not suspicious. "You want to drink? I think you should rest," Etham said, but still sat down next to Justin."Just one drink, Etham. I need someone to talk to," Justin said, handing the untainted drink to himself and the drugged one to Etham.Etham took the glass, sipped it, and nodded slightly. "Alright, what do you want to talk about?"Justin began talking about random things, from childhood memories to aimless stories. Meanwhile, he quietly observed Etham, waiting for the sedative to take effect."Do you remember the time we went hunting, Etham? That was a great trip," Justin said, trying to keep his voice natural.Etham smiled and nodded. "Yes, it was a great trip. We caught a lot of game."But after a while, Justin noti
Holding the business card with the address clearly written, Justin decided to find that place. He felt something special about this private clinic, as if it was calling him. After some searching, he finally stood in front of the clinic. It was an old building, but it still retained its elegance and grandeur. The sign on the door clearly stated the clinic's name and contact number.Justin rang the doorbell for the first time, but no one answered. He waited for a moment and rang it a second time, but silence continued to reign. Not discouraged, he rang the doorbell a third time, hoping that someone inside would hear and open the door for him. But it was still just silence.Undeterred, Justin decided to try calling the phone number on the business card. As he pressed the call button, the phone began to ring, but no one picked up. Strangely, as the phone rang on the other end, Justin also heard the phone ringing from inside the clinic."Something's not right," Justin muttered.Justin paus
Justin was determined to uncover the truth. That day, he heard the news of Mr. Ron's suicide, which shocked the small town. Mr. Ron was a respected figure, known for his integrity and his stand for what was right. His suicide was something no one could have predicted. But Justin did not believe it was true. His strong intuition told him something was wrong, that there was a dark conspiracy behind this death. Hence, he was determined to uncover everything.He meticulously planned his actions. As the sun set and darkness enveloped the town, Justin hid behind a wall, his eyes watching every movement around Mr. Ron’s house. The police and townspeople had been there since the morning, each person entering and leaving the house, searching for clues, and then departing with sorrowful expressions. But Justin knew that whatever they found could not be the complete truth.Eventually, the police and the townspeople left, leaving the house silent and shrouded in darkness. Only the faint lights fr
Mrs. Eleanor looked at him for a long moment, as if to confirm the determination and sincerity in his eyes. Finally, she stood up and walked over to a large bookcase in the corner of the room. She took out a small key from her pocket and opened the cabinet."Inside this cabinet are all the documents that Ron collected," she said. "Go through them and find out what you can. I trust you'll know what to do."Justin watched Mrs. Eleanor anxiously, feeling the weight of her words. The atmosphere in the room grew tense, like a tightly strung wire. Mrs. Eleanor stepped closer to the bookcase she had opened earlier and pulled out a thick file. Her eyes never left Justin's as she handed the file to him."The whole truth is in there," she said, her voice resolute.Justin took the file, feeling its heaviness not just physically but also emotionally. He knew these pages contained the secrets Mr. Ron had uncovered, secrets that could change everything. Yet, a new worry emerged within him. He was no