Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 1533

Connor clutched the tree with both hands and leaned forward, pressing his face against its rough surface.

His eyes were clouded with confusion as he murmured, "I don't know. My mom has always been good to me, but that one time… my stomach hurt so terribly. It was so bad that it made me wish for death itself."

Connor turned to Ryan and asked, "Does Aunt Carissa treat you well?"

The eldest prince knew that his friend's mother had passed away. In the past, Connor would have spoken of such things without hesitation, but he was more sensible now. Also, Ryan was an important friend to him, and he didn't want to bring up anything that made him sad.

Victoria had often spoken of the importance of true friendship—the care and respect it entailed.

"Aunt Carissa is very good to me, especially so," Ryan responded.

"Then, do you think she would ever poison you for some purpose? Regardless of whether you were in pain until you wished for death?" Connor asked.

Ryan didn't even need to consider the question. His answer was immediate.

"No, of course not."

"What if it were for your future?"

This time, Ryan didn't answer immediately. He paused and thought about it. Having lived as a beggar on the streets, he understood the complexities of human relationships far better than most children his age.

If he said Carissa wouldn't do such a thing, wouldn't that just fuel Connor's resentment toward Kylie? But if he said Carissa would, that wasn't right either.

Friends shouldn't lie to each other.

After weighing his words carefully, he finally said, "For my future, Aunt Carissa would surely find another way. But perhaps your mother couldn't think of any other solution at that time, and had to take a desperate gamble."

"A gamble indeed," Connor sneered. "Even in my dazed state, I heard the royal physician whisper that the poison could have killed me. I could have died."

"Her Majesty would never have wanted that. She wouldn't want you dead," Ryan said, comforting him.