Chapter 1579 - Freedom Is Not In Your Dictionary


    Chapter 1579 - Freedom is Not in Your Dictionary


    Taylor frowned in boredom and asked impatiently, "What''s the matter?" He didn''t pay much attention to


    her, despite being the center of attention in front of his mother.


    "Good day, Your Highness." Julie stood still in front of him, saluting respectfully and speaking coldly


    and seriously, "The queen has something to discuss with you. Please apany me to her


    residence."


    "What''s the matter? Can''t you tell me first?" Taylor showed little interest. "I''m tired and need to rest."


    The woman had no extra expression on her face and replied respectfully, "It''s an important matter, a


    big matter, and it concerns you. The queen says you must go."


    With his hands in his pockets, Taylor raised an eyebrow and sighed, "How big of a matter can it be? Is


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    the sky falling?" he quipped, but still started walking towards his mother''s pce.


    "Almost." Julie followed behind him.


    Taylor nced back at her and found it quite ridiculous! He couldn''t believe the sky was falling Taylor


    quickened his pace, and Julie followed suit, afraid that he might break his word and run away.


    The Queen''s pce wasrge, styled like a Western castle, outwardly magnificent but with a touch of


    modernity inside.


    Katharine, who had a passion for design, had made improvements to the castle''s style. The king


    favored her, so there was no resistance to her ideas. Her pce was the most fashionable among all


    the pces.


    Tworge peacock decorations adorned the entrance, adding beauty and significance.


    Taylor''s steps were fast, not because he was anxious, but because he wanted to shake off Julie.


    He also wanted to quickly finish meeting his mother and then return to his own pce to sleep. He was


    ustomed to a life of freedom andziness.


    Julie, who had always been agile in her steps, was having trouble keeping up with him. Fortunately, he


    entered the Queen''s pce, and she thought, "Finally, this ancestor has been found!"


    "Mother! What do you want with me?!" As soon as Taylor entered the door, he rushed inside. Familiar


    with theyout of thisbyrinth-like luxurious house, he loudly shouted, "Mother! What do you want? I''m


    here! Where are you?"


    Guards and servants who heard his voice respectfully saluted, "Your Highness!"


    "Where''s my mother?" He stopped in a gray and white hall.


    At that moment, Queen Katharine, dressed in splendid attire, emerged from the room and walked


    slowly towards her son, her stern gaze fixed on him. "What are you shouting about?"


    "What do you want with me?" Taylor asked directly, as if he wouldn''t havee if his mother hadn''t


    called for him.


    Their rtionship was filled with both love and differences in opinion, after all, they were from different


    generations.


    Katharine stood in front of her son, her displeasure evident as she scrutinized him. "You''re never seen,


    always absent. Do you really not want toe to me?"


    "It''s not that I don''t want toe, I just don''t want you to worry too much. I''ve grown up, I need my own


    freedom and space." He emphasized his needs once again.


    "Freedom?" The woman seemed to find the word extremely amusing and burst intoughter. "Taylor,


    have I ever told you? Since you were conceived in my womb, the word ''freedom'' has never existed in


    your dictionary."


    "That''s because it doesn''t exist in your dictionary." Taylor retorted, "Freedom is the first word in my


    dictionary."


    "You..." Katharine was infuriated.


    Taylor asked, "Mother, what is it that you want from me?"


    "Sit." Katharine''s voice was icy cold as she sat down on the sofa and instructed the servants, "Leave


    us."


    "Yes."


    Everyone saluted and left, and Julie, who had followed them in, turned and closed the door.