The old king took a deep breath, his face turned slightly to the side, gazing through the glass window at the man outside whose eyes bore visible red veins, yet he exuded a vigorous spirit.
Without saying much, he calmly uttered a single word.
"Good."
He had watched this child grow from a tiny baby in swaddling clothes to the upright and towering man he was now.
The man's eyes were full of confidence, and the old king believed he was ready for everything.
From now on, he would be the king of this country!
The two men exchanged glances through the window, and Lucas Walker nodded gently.
The old king handed the receiver to the nurse and also nodded with a smile.
Lucas Walker turned his face slightly, "There are guests in the Royal Palace. Let's head back."
"Guests?!" Ivana Bennett looked surprised, "Who?!"
"I invited Phoebe to the Royal Palace for dinner," Lucas Walker replied.
