Forensic Imperial Concubine by Erika Black

Chapter 597

Seeing Francis' grief, Harper felt sorry for him. As a very handsome man, when he wept in front of others in despair, even the
stone-hearted Harper couldn't suppress her sympathy. She even held back from what she wanted to ask.
"Was it you who plotted against Alexander?" Matthew asked what Harper intended to ask. Seeing that she turned her head
aside, he understood that she didn't want to ask more questions, but he thought it would be better to clarify things.
With a bitter smile on his face, Francis said, "Uncle Matthew, do you think I am that ruthless? How could you even think I would
conspire against a child?"
Francis knew what had happened to Alexander. Alexander was framed for murder and put into prison. If Harper and Matthew
hadn't been to save him by finding evidence in his favor, he would have been executed already.
"So, you were really not the chief conspirator?" Matthew didn't hide his suspicion.
"No. It wasn't me," Francis said, looking at Harper. "If it was really me, I wouldn't hide it from you. What I want is very simple. I
just wish to take revenge on my father."
"All right. You are not supposed to say these words casually," Matthew said in a flat tone. You'd better get back to your mansion
right now. Since you've been in my mansion for a long time today, it would invite suspicion from others."
Hearing that, Francis stood up downheartedly and said in an indistinct voice, "Uncle Matthew, Aunt Harper, if you want me to do
something, please let me know. Also, I wouldn't hesitate to let you know anything you want to know from me."

"Send Prince Francis back to his mansion,"
Matthew ordered the steward. Francis was then escorted back to his mansion. Harper remained silent as she was immersed in

think too much," Matthew said, holding Harper in his arms. "I'm here with you." Resting her body in her husband's arms, she said, "It's not easy to be a member of the royal family, is it?" "Well, that's a hard truth, and you're not the only person to share that thought," Matthew consoled her. "Why would His Majesty poison his own son? Francis was poisoned with something that was highly toxic. What made him hate Francis so much

"His Majesty poisoned his own son just

own son. So, he came up with a vicious idea and that was to poison Francis. When Francis turned too weak to take care of
himself, he would just die out of his weakness. By then, His Majesty could get rid of the big load in his mind, and also remain
safe from any accusations of killing his own son."
Harper sighed, "No wonder Francis found it hard to accept the truth. Matthew, do you believe in prophecies?"
"No, I don't," Matthew asserted. "I don't believe in heaven, earth, Buddha or the ghosts. What I only believe in is you."
With a smile appearing on her face, she said, "Matthew, believe me. I deserve your trust."

makes my eyes blurry." "What? You don't like it?" Matthew asked in surprise. "Yes, I do like it. But, don't smile at others in this way, or I will be very jealous," Harper said frankly.

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