Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

As his words fell, he glanced at the last page and closed the case file.

In front of so many people, the royal physician felt even more embarrassed. He coughed lightly and asked, ”After Prince Louis looked at it, what did he think of my attitude?”

Ian Shelby’s lips curved slightly, ”Very good.”

The royal physician didn’t think this was a compliment; the presence of the Raban doctor was an insult to him. But this kind of praise he could only accept and thank Prince Louis for the affirmation.

Jocelyn’s Raban was decent, so the basic communication today was very smooth. She followed the doctor’s instructions, advising the King on how to recuperate.

”Jocelyn, from now on, stay with the doctor at the King’s side and do the translation well,” Justin Kingston said to her, ”Keep the dictionary with you, and if there’s anything you don’t understand, try to look it up in the dictionary. You must translate accurately.”

”Okay, brother.” Jocelyn Morgan nodded calmly; she must not disappoint.

Thus, as everyone gradually dispersed, only Jocelyn and the Raban doctor remained behind, and the King arranged accommodation for them in this palace.

Arthur and Eden were also almost constantly by the King’s side; they were the most loyal and highly influential people beside the King.

This was something Jocelyn Morgan noticed; she also knew Eden was Ian Shelby’s uncle, but no one could guarantee which side this uncle was on.

Therefore, Jocelyn Morgan now only trusted herself, holding tightly to her identity, trying to uncover something in this deep palace.

Yes, she didn’t even trust the Raban doctor, even though he was selected by Justin Kingston.

Because Princess Catherine personally went to receive him, there was always a feeling that something was not right. Writers always have a keener sense than ordinary people.

Throughout the day, Jocelyn observed that the King was actually not in good shape. He spent most of his time lying in the bedroom and would occasionally groan in pain, though he was very restrained.

Compared to last night’s condition, he seemed like a completely different person today.

She detected the melancholy and reluctance of a dying man... She wanted so much to step forward and comfort him, yet lacked an appropriate identity.

Sometimes, any words of comfort may seem pale and powerless... She desperately wanted to quickly find out who the culprit was.

Jocelyn Morgan attentively observed and carefully translated every word the Raban doctor said, still hoping the King could maintain a good mindset.

Jocelyn Morgan also found that while Bertie the King’s health was deteriorating, his schedule remained tight. He did not rest peacefully; his mind was possibly always active, as he continued to handle many state affairs personally.

Whether through phone calls, emails, videos, or having officials report to him face-to-face.

The King did not have his meals in bed but in the castle’s private dining room, and his lifestyle was exquisite.

Before or after meals, he always drank tea while reading the newspaper.

In his palace, the walls were adorned with his personal collection of paintings, all rare and valuable original pieces.

The King’s meal times were very relaxed, even Eden and Arthur only stood guard outside the door. The door was closed, but if the King felt uncomfortable, he could press the bell at any time.

In this palace, there were call bell switch buttons everywhere.

Though the King was ill, his attire was never casual.

Although he spent much time lying in bed, his high-end clothing tailor sent the latest designs every morning.

And the King would carefully select them.

It’s not hard to see he is someone who loves life.

Jocelyn Morgan also observed that Bertie the King’s favorite foods included toast, yogurt, and tropical fish...

Daily meals were quite abundant, but where was the poison hidden? Could it be related to these foods?