Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 1584: I'm Sorry, Father

When Rowan heard this, his expression was calm and his heart was tranquil. He had no interest in the royal inheritance rights. However, he cared about the whereabouts of his sister Princess Annie... She had been missing for so many years, where was she? Was she dead or alive?

The king's gaze fell on Rowan, his eyes a bit stern and cold, staring at him steadily and somewhat annoyed by his expression.

Everyone was waiting for the king's response.

"Yes," the king's voice was cold as he said, "If Prince Louis insists on giving up the right of succession, Princess Annie would become the first heir. If Princess Annie gave it up too, then Prince Taylor would become the first heir."

What was this about?

Katharine almost wanted to curse!

So it seemed Taylor was third in line?

Princess Annie? Everyone looked at each other, whispering about this person that most had forgotten existed. Princess Annie disappeared during an outing when she was three years old, and Queen Elsa had been bedridden with illness ever since... eventually passing away from grief.

the royal family for years, what if this Princess

position would become more

as the mother, feel uneasy, as

king was in poor health and could not sit for long. He

"You're all dismissed, go take care of your duties. Louis, you

speak but held back, as everyone else bowed

deliberately glanced at Rowan before leaving, remembering the face of

expressions of this mother and son. After everyone left, he and Arthur also

hall was left with only King Bertie and the father and son

he stared at the paternity test report in his hand. The next second, he tore the report into pieces, "I'm sorry, I just wanted everyone to be convinced,

he recognized

glance. The king looked the same as when he was young, only

king tore up the paternity test results, stood up, and flung the pieces upwards. The fragments drifted down like snowflakes onto Rowan's hair and shoulders. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

was suddenly filled with

sorry, Father, for worrying you