1718 Next In Line In The Royal Family
Meanwhile, at the Count’s residence.
Morey was receiving an esteemed guest when the secretary got there, so he did not dare to disturb them. Instead, he waited downstairs in the side hall.
The blonde-haired man looked very pale. At first glance, he seemed very sickly. He glanced at Morey mildly and said in a mocking tone, “Do you think anything is going to change?”
Cold sweat broke out on Morey’s back. He lowered his head and replied. “The Weapons Bureau might be willing to do us a favor.”
“Us?” Rocco pursed his lips which were bereft of color. “I might die any moment. Why should they care about me?”
Morey raised his head and looked at Rocco. He asked worriedly. “How’ve you been…”
Rocco suddenly coughed. The intense coughing made his ashen face look red. However, he looked even weaker now. It felt as though he might die at any moment.
Complicated emotions swept through Morey’s heart briefly.
He looked at the prince’s condition and decided that it was time for him to make other plans.
Even though he was officially next in line in the royal family, his frail body meant he might never live to see the day when he took the position.
For the last two years, Morey had watched as Rocco grew increasingly weak. He had often regretted backing the wrong guy.
Rocco’s cough finally eased up and stopped. He put away his handkerchief and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t die yet.”
Morey parted his lips. “Can’t Mirage Base help either?”
Rocco simply smiled, shaking his head. “I can only leave it to fate now.”
Morey’s heart sank upon hearing this.
If even Mirage Base was unable to treat the prince, then he was probably…
Rocco stood up, straightened his sleeves, and looked at Morey. He said nonchalantly, “Since you’re confident, I hope to hear some good news from you within a couple of days.”
He was referring to the weapon they had failed to buy from the Weapons Bureau last night.
The moment he finished his sentence, he walked out without waiting for Morey to speak.
Morey stood where he was without running after the prince to walk him out. Something was on his mind.
After Rocco walked out of Count Kerr’s mansion and got into the car, his subordinate and protection detail sitting in the front passenger seat turned his head to look at him. “Oh yes. Prince Rocco, Prof Sheng Ruo just called. His friend found a folk prescription that might work on you.”
Despite hearing this, there was zero change in Rocco’s expression. Perhaps he was already numb from repeatedly feeling hopeful and having it taken away from him. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and said wearily, “Help me thank the professor for trying so hard.”
The subordinate promptly knew that his boss had no intention of trying the folk prescription.
He thought about Prof Sheng Ruo’s words and said, “The professor said that it’s an Asian folk prescription using Chinese herbs. As you know, he has been studying this in recent years. If he weren’t confident about this, he would not have told you about it.”
After some time, Rocco waved his hand and spoke without bearing any hope. “Got it. Why don’t we give it a shot then?”
His subordinate heaved a sigh of relief.
No matter what, there was no harm in trying.
Meanwhile, on the other end.
After Rocco left, Morey’s assistant went back to the tearoom.
When he entered the room, he saw Morey standing in front of the French windows. He paused briefly before he walked up beside Morey and said softly, “Count Kerr, I need to report something to you.”