Chapter 1733: A Terrifying Nightmare
He must see his son sitting securely in this position, seeing Lorelei prosper under his leadership and growing stronger day by day.
With Justin Kingston as such a good friend, this country will surely become better.
Ian Shelby couldn’t bear to refuse, because his father’s sincerity was genuine, and he had already discussed this matter with him several times.
"Let’s talk about the succession to the throne later. My only wish now is to bring the killer to justice and then hope you recover your health." Ian Shelby said, "And then marry Jocelyn."
"Louis." The King held his hand, "Jocelyn is a good girl, you’re fortunate. Be sure to treat her well."
"I will." These days, Ian Shelby became more certain of his thoughts, experiencing the feeling of longing deeply.
"You should rest early too, don’t stay with me." His father felt sorry for his son, "You haven’t slept well recently; now you can finally have a peaceful sleep."
"I’ll sleep with you." Ian Shelby told him, "I won’t let anyone hurt you again." He worried Eden might break in at midnight.
The closer to the end, the less room for any mistakes.
After hearing the words Jocelyn conveyed, he was utterly terrified, not daring to leave the room for a moment.
Eden wasn’t planning to cut the King’s throat with one blow either, because he felt the King wouldn’t live much longer. As long as Louis ascended the throne, everything would be under his control.
Originally, he thought he could rest easy, but tonight Eden had a strange nightmare—
At two in the morning, the wind still howled outside the window. Tossing and turning in bed, Eden finally drifted into sleep.
In the dream—
"Eden, I’ve been so good to you, why do you want to harm me?" The King, dressed lavishly, without a cane, walked toward him with vigor.
Eden sat on the throne, just immersed in delight. He suddenly looked up, meeting the King’s gaze!
Eden’s heart almost jumped out of his throat!
In the bright light, the King held a knife, stepping toward him—
"Eden, do you even deserve this position? How can a deceitful person like you lead a nation? I’m going to deal with you today! Rid the people of harm!"
Eden saw the ministers and officials come out from behind the King. Terrified, he leapt to his feet, looking nervously at those who closed in on him, each gaze firm and filled with righteousness.
"Eden, do you plead guilty?"
In the dream, Eden was so nervous he broke out in a sweat. He retreated step by step, panicking, "Arthur! Arthur!! Arthur, come out!!"
Arthur emerged from behind the King, staring at him intensely, "Master, did you really poison the King? Are you really the killer?"
Arthur’s eyes were full of resentment and disdain.
In an instant, Eden was isolated!
"Someone! Help!" He called out until his voice cracked, but no one responded; everyone seemed to want him dead.
And the King’s knife quickly rested against his neck!
The King swung forcefully!
Eden saw blood splatter!
Just as he was about to meet his end, he was startled awake in bed, suddenly sitting up!
In the darkness, sweat beaded on his forehead, breathing heavily. The dream was so vivid, right in front of him. Instinctively, he reached to touch his neck, relieved his head was still there.
It was just a dream.
But recalling the dream just now still filled him with lingering fear, his mood unable to calm down for a long time.
Every detail of the dream was etched clearly in his mind, as if it was about to happen.
He couldn’t understand why he had such a strange dream.
With the thunder rumbling outside, he felt even more guilty. It took him a long time to adjust his state of mind, and after lying down again, he was wrapped in an inexplicable fear, unable to fall asleep.