Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 1710

Chapter 1710: Dreaming of Daughter

Under everyone's gaze, Jennifer went into the elevator with two bodyguards. She had to hurry back to work on the antidote, then personally take it to Lu Layeka. The situation there was also extremely urgent, hopefully it wouldn't be delayed.

Even her walking pace couldn't help but quicken.

"Be careful, ma'am," the two bodyguards protected her safety.

Upstairs, Belinda was quickly carried out on a stretcher, her face pale, wearing an oxygen mask. Everyone accompanied her as she was sent to the VIP ward.

Lu Layeka, this prosperous country, everything seemed normal on the surface.

In the majestic and magnificent royal palace complex, undercurrents of various forces surged secretly.

The king had announced that Prince Louis would inherit the throne, and people trying to get close to Prince Louis were increasing.

"Please leave, Prince Louis is accompanying the king recently and has no time to see you," Ethan blocked the door, looking very business-like.

"Can you please pass this little gift to him?"

"No." Ethan was expressionless, "I've already rejected several groups for him. At times like this, I advise everyone to keep a low profile."

The man's expression changed. With words spoken to this point, he could only leave dejectedly carrying the gift.

Watching his back, Ethan's eyes narrowed.

At this time, Rowan was openly accompanying his father in the bedroom. He was working on the antidote in the corner. The 'plum soup' was only enough for one more drink.

His father's condition was significantly better than before. Although he was still bedridden, it was feared that after the medicine was discontinued, the situation would deteriorate sharply.

At least he wasn't coughing up blood now, and his pulse was very steady. Rowan had to stabilize this situation before his master came, he had to develop something for his father to drink first.

At this time, the king was lying in bed, his closed eyelids fluttering lightly. He was dreaming.

He hadn't had a good sleep, let alone dreamed, for a very long time.

In the dreamscape -