Forensic Imperial Concubine novel Chapter 596

"Do you still want more?" Harper was astounded.

After stirring the soup with a spoon, Matthew said, "No, I'm done with it. It's my turn to feed you."

Harper felt uncomfortable and rolled her eyes. She said curtly, "Matthew, I can drink on my own."

"I like to feed you. What? Don't you like it?" Matthew's voice was still calm and even, but Harper understood the threat contained in his words. So she obediently opened her mouth and drank the ginger soup fed by him, but she also stared at him with big eyes, protesting silently.

He fed her at a moderate pace, paying no attention to her protests. Just when Harper finished drinking, Matthew said to Francis, "Get out of here now that you're awake."

Opening his mouth, Owen wanted to retort, but he was frightened away by a single glance from Matthew. He dared not say a word, completely losing the arrogance he displayed in front of Harper.

"Uncle Matthew, could you let them all out?" Francis sat up and asked quietly.

Even though Matthew didn't say a word, Harper waved her hand to signal for everyone to leave. Seeing that Owen was still in the room, Harper blocked Matthew's spoon and said, "Owen, you go out, too."

Giving Francis a glance, Owen walked out slowly, turning his head to look back repeatedly as he walked. He was afraid that Francis would be bullied by the couple when left alone with them.

"At the banquet in the palace, I set up Felix." Francis spoke when they were the only three people left in the room.

"I know that." Matthew's response was cold. He was concentrated on feeding ginger soup to Harper, and was in no mood to mind other people's business.

"It was my father who poisoned me," Francis stressed with anguish and anger.

On the other hand, Matthew remained unmoved, as if he had foreseen it. The emperor had never been a benevolent man. With such rumors abounding, the emperor would never allow Francis to live in health and be a threat to his own throne.

Harper already knew it, so she was not surprised. It was not rare for an emperor to poison his son. There was no real father-and-son or any brotherhood in a royal family. Their only values were power and profit.