The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Angry Arlan

Arlan returned to the palace and went to visit his father, who was resting in his chamber.

Inside the King’s chamber, the King’s personal aide was urging him to take his medicine.

"Why don’t you drink that bitter stuff on my behalf instead, Garian?" the King retorted.

"I would gladly drink it if it benefits His Majesty’s health," the aide responded politely, "but it doesn’t work that way. Your Majesty must drink this. It’s not good to take out His Highness’s anger on your health."

"That stubborn son of mine will only listen to me when he sees me on my deathbed," the King continued. "That would be even better, as I can ask him to fulfill my last wish before I die, and he won’t be able to say no to me. He’s at least that filial to fulfill his dying father’s wish."

"Do not say that, Your Majesty. His Highness is a filial son. He would never allow his father’s health to be compromised."

Just then, someone entered the chamber, having already overheard their conversation.

"Greetings, father," Arlan greeted as he walked towards Garian, who handed him a bowl of medicinal concoction.

Arlan approached his father, sat at the edge of the bed, and offered him the bowl of medicine. "You should not miss your medicine, father."

"What does it matter to prolong this life a little longer and waste these precious medicines when I am going to die anyway?" the King refused the medicine.

"Nothing would happen to you, father," Arlan said, locking eyes with his father. "I won’t let anything happen to you."

Ailwin observed his son, his gaze lingering on the complex emotions in Arlan’s eyes. Arlan immediately averted his gaze and shifted his focus to the medicine bowl in his hands and urged, "Please have this medicine."

"You want me to get better, yet you wish to defy my wishes," Ailwin spoke in a displeased tone. "I am not going to drink it. Since you are adamant about not listening to me, you better let me die, and you can do whatever you wish with your life."

"Father...."

"You can leave," the King interrupted, looking away. "At least stay in the palace until I die. I hope I can at least expect this much from you."

The chamber fell into silence as no one spoke.

"I will listen to you," Arlan finally agreed. "I will do as you say, father."

The King simply stared at him and then asked, "Have you read what I wrote in the message?"

"I did," Arlan replied. "I will go ahead with your arrangements. But you have to give me your word that you won’t miss your medicines again."

No one knew but Arlan was scared inside, scared to lose his father who he loved the most after his mother. He was the person he was not ready to lose at any cost.

"You know it’s for your own good," the King added.

Arlan didn’t comment and offered the medicine to his father again, saying, "Have it first."

The King finished his medicine, and Arlan looked at Garian, who handed him a small box of candied fruit. Arlan offered it to his father, hoping it would help him get rid of the bitterness in his mouth.