Chapter 113: Some Bastard Child
"The Lord?" Rose asked.
"Yes," Edna answered, her eyes squinting slightly as she wondered if Rose didn’t know who she was referring to. "The physician," she added for clarity.
"I see," Rose mumbled in response, her mind adrift, stirred by restless thoughts.
Rose didn’t buy that the physician didn’t know what the herbs were, and even if he didn’t, there was no way this was used for illnesses too. It meant he had lied to Edna. He would at least know that the herb wasn’t for treating common illnesses. Rose didn’t like what that signified, and for a moment, she didn’t know what to do about it.
When she thought the crown prince was looking at the tray of food, wasn’t that what his attention had been on? The table was right in front of the shelf that held the jar. Did he notice it in the corner?
However, she had a feeling he already knew what it was before then. There was no way the physician hadn’t told him. She couldn’t comprehend why the crown prince didn’t say anything about it even though he had been here twice already. She doubted he would exclude something that important.
Perhaps this was what he preferred because he intended to let her go eventually. Or did he prefer this because he had no plans to let her go? Rose screamed internally. She could never gain the upper hand with the crown prince.
There was always something she was unsure of, something he held over her—while she was left with nothing.
Edna walked closer with the jar. "Was he wrong?" she asked softly.
Rose lifted her head, unfocusing from her thoughts. "No," she replied. "I was just confused about who ’the Lord’ was."