Daemon was silent for a moment and said indifferently, "That will depend on his
performance."
"Right now you are his only saving grace, for revenge and to turn over a new leaf, he
will agree to you on any terms." Harrison said meaningfully.
"Well, including Derila." Daemon sneered mockingly, "Maybe in order to help him,
she'll come beg me too."
"Uh." Harrison didn't dare to speak, he just thought that everything was expected by his
master.
Including using this opportunity to settle the Pakison family.
As long as Derila didn't make any more mistakes, then they would be the biggest
winners.
It was just that she was the only one Daemon cared about the most.
Derila sneezed twice, feeling like someone was scolding her, rubbed her nose and
checked her phone, but there was no movement at all. But right now she didn't have the
heart to think about that much, the car had arrived at the palace.
She got out of the car, still in her Whyte coat, wearing a pair of special medical glasses,
her hair uncombed in the morning, with a messy beauty.
Such casualness made her look a little out of place in such a gilded palace.
"Please, Dr. Feroma!" Silas made a polite invitation.
Derila followed William's side, striding towards the inner hall.
William seemed to have not been here for a long time, squinting slightly and looking
ahead, he could not help but feel a little emotional, "Counting up, it's been ten years
since I've been here."
"Yes, the last time you came, you were still a teenager." The Silas recalled, "It was His
Majesty's birthday and you came for the banquet."
"Hmm." William smiled to himself, "That time I rolled down the stairs and made a fool of
myself, many people were looking at me as a joke, only my grandfather himself helped
me up."
"It's none of your business, it was someone who did that to you."
Speaking of this, the Silas could not help but feel a bit distressed, "They took advantage
of His Majesty's absence and had to coax you to try to stand up. It was obvious that
your leg had been paralyzed for years, and they still forced you to stand up, and when
you couldn't, they dragged you up from your wheelchair and then let go when they were
caught unawares, causing you to roll down the stairs."
Speaking of this, the Silas was even more righteously indignant, "Those brutes, relying
on their parents' authority to bully you like that, and afterwards several dukes said they
were just children, playing around."
"They were indeed children, and all younger than me." William smiled slightly,
seemingly unmoved by the past and instead unusually calm, "The ones who were older
than me, stayed around to abet and did not do anything."
"Since then, the king has had to stop letting you back into the palace, not because he
doesn't miss you, but because he doesn't want to see you bullied again." The Silas
sighed and said, "Your Highness, His Majesty's heart goes out to you, it's just that there
is so much he can't do about it."
"I know." William smiled bitterly and raised his eyes to look at the green grassland in the
distance, "Look, Derila, I used to ride my horse there when I was a child and fell
down there too."
Hearing this, Derila was even more heartbroken William: "All blood relatives and
flesh, why do they treat you like this?"
"My father is the eldest son and has the best hope of succeeding to the throne." William
said meaningfully, and changed the subject, "It seems there are other guests today."
He looked at several other luxury cars parked not far away and his eyes narrowed
slightly.
"His Majesty has also invited a few of your cousins." The Silas said softly, "Don't worry,
His Majesty will not make things difficult for you."
William did not say anything, just silence.
"I would like to meet those people for a while." Derila's fist clenched and creaked.
After listening to William and the Silas talk about what happened when she was a child,
her heart was full of anger and she just wanted to fight for William.
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