“Wheelchair is ready.”
“Crutches will do.”
Elion carefully got up from his seat, taking care not to wake Rubiana, and reached out his hand.
Fred handed him the crutches that had been resting against the wall.
Leaning on the crutches, Elion stood up, donned his indoor robe, and immediately left the bedroom.
Hailey and Omar, who had been standing guard beside Crown Prince Philis, bowed their heads toward Elion.
Using his crutches, Elion slowly approached the bed where Philis lay.
Philis’s faint, fragile breaths seemed as though they could stop at any moment.
“Your Highness…”
Elion’s voice, quiet as he called Philis, was strained.
Philis forced his eyes open with great effort.
The moment he saw Elion, Philis’s eyes trembled pitifully.
Summoning all his remaining strength, Philis managed to form words.
“U-Uncle… Hah… I-I’m sorry…”
His thin voice barely carried.
Elion knelt on his injured leg, tilting his head close…
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