Chapter 1769: Impressions Of Prince Louis Decline Once More


    Chapter 1769: Impressions of Prince Louis Decline Once More


    In the spacious and elegant study, Prince Taylor was writing his self-criticism with great seriousness.


    Several crumpled sheets had already been thrown into the waste bin, leaving the three outside waiting


    for a good two hours...


    He had spent two hours writing his self-criticism, and his attitude was far from perfunctory.


    The royal physician''s legs were aching from standing for so long, but he didn''t dare to leave without


    being dismissed.


    Two hourster, thedoor opened, and as Taylor was about to step out, he suddenly appeared in the


    sight of the three people waiting outside. He paused for a moment, seemingly taken aback. "What are


    you all doing here?"


    "Your Highness," the royal physician quickly bowed respectfully.


    Katherine, seeing her son''s appearance, felt a pang of distress. The traces of blood around his mouth


    had already dried. "I asked the royal physician toe and check on you, to help you recover more


    quickly."


    Taylor, holding the self-criticism in his hand, thought for a moment. "Wait here. I''ll be back in a while."


    With that, he left.


    He also wanted treatment; the bruise on his face didn''t look good, and it really hurt.


    The royal physician''s gaze fell on the paper folded twice in Taylor''s hand; it seemed to be filled with


    writing.


    Where was he nning to take this self-criticism?


    After a brief moment of doubt, a thought suddenly urred to the royal physician-Did Prince Louis


    make him write this self-criticism???


    So... it wasn''t surprising that the queen''s expression had turned grim. Oh, Prince Louis was so


    ignorant. Even if he was going to be the king, the queen was still his elder. Shouldn''t he respect her?


    So, the royal physician''s impression of Prince Louis diminished once again.


    As Rowan was returning to his pce with ire, a passing guard quietly reported, "Your Highness,


    Miss Russell, Prince Taylor is here, waiting for you in the hall."


    Rowan paused for a moment, looked in the direction of the pce, and said, "Hmm." His handsome


    face showed no emotion.


    The guard respectfully saluted them and stepped aside, allowing the two to walk towards the pce.


    Knowing that only Taylor hade and the queen hadn''t, had he already finished writing the self-


    criticism so quickly? His attitude of admitting his mistake seemed quite good.


    The two entered the grand hall.


    "Your Highness," a servant inside greeted them respectfully, "Miss Russell."


    "Please, you may leave," Rowan said calmly, his gaze falling on Taylor, who had stopped not far away,


    then he stood in front of him.


    The two brothers locked eyes.


    Soon, the spacious hall was left with only the three of them.


    Rowan and ire stood before Taylor. Rowan''s expression was calm, his eyes coolly fixed on him.


    Although he wasn''t as angry as before, he still didn''t seem very pleased.From N?velDrama.Org.


    Taylor shifted his gaze. "Brother, this is my self-criticism," he said, handing over the handwritten self-


    criticism.


    Rowan didn''t immediately take it. ire pursed her lips and slowly turned to look at him.


    She noticed that he was staring at Taylor without a trace of anger in his eyes, only a sense of


    disappointment.


    ire lightly touched Rowan''s arm. After about five seconds, Rowan reached out with his left hand and


    took the self-criticism.


    ncing briefly at the written words, he said calmly, "Whether I forgive you or not depends on how well


    this self-criticism is written, how sincere it is. Since you are writing it seriously, rest assured, I will read it


    seriously and not just throw it away."


    Taylor, who had been listening, dared not look up. He knew he had gone too far, and this wouldn''t end


    easily.


    Even ire felt that Rowan''s tone was incredibly cold, and yet, it was strangely pleasing to the ear. His


    attitude was also incrediblyposed!


    After venting, he didn''t intend to continue confronting his brother, but he still wanted to teach him a


    lesson, to make sure he deeply remembered not to repeat such things. Yes, it was quite the elder


    brother''s style.