Chapter: 1977

"His Majesty?"

"Bring him to me."

After saying that, the elevator just arrived at the floor she was on. She moved her wheelchair and got out of the elevator.

Rick was just stunned for a second, then quickly reacted and pressed the elevator floor button again.

After a while, Rick led Rose to the door of the queen's bedroom, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, only to find that the door was not locked. With a little effort, it opened.

"Let him come in." The queen's voice came from the room, and there was no trace of joy or anger in her voice.

Rick turned sideways to make way for the prince, and saluted seriously.

Ross strode in with an anxious look on his face, "Mother..."

"You forgot the etiquette." The voice was louder, but it was businesslike and serious.

"..." After hesitating for a moment, Ross knelt down and bowed politely, "Your Majesty the Queen!"

"Get up!" She then said, turning the wheelchair to face him.

Ross raised his head and looked at his mother. He didn't know whether it was because of his heart or an illusion of his eyes, but he always felt that his mother seemed a little older in just two days.

There seemed to be a few more wrinkles on his face, and his complexion became more haggard.

"Mother." He stood up and took a step forward.

Rick stood at the door, neither entering nor leaving. His body was slightly tilted to one side, as if he was ready to enter a battle at any time.

"Rick, get out." The queen said.

"..." He took a deep look at the queen. He couldn't refuse the order, but his duty made him not want to leave.

The Queen frowned, and he hesitated for a moment, but finally withdrew.

But the door was not closed, which was his last act of stubbornness.

After all, he cannot allow Her Majesty the Queen to be in danger again.

"Mother, I'm sorry." Ross apologized sincerely. He had been thinking about it for the past two days and felt uneasy. If something happened to his mother, he really couldn't forgive himself.

Although Rick had told him that the Queen was fine, he still felt uneasy.

"You know you're sorry now? What were those words you said to me at that time."

He snorted, but he was his son after all. He apologized, and his anger was not so strong.

"I know I was wrong." Ross lowered his head and said, "I shouldn't have told you that."