Quick, I don't want to be in love anymore

Chapter 413 Adaptation of the Little Mermaid from a Fairy Tale (20)

"Perhaps it's because this boy looks somewhat like me? Bella, don't think too much about it. I would never betray you and have an illegitimate child."

The king, however, remained unconvinced, for he had a more pressing problem to deal with.

His confidant just reported that the prince was in a bad mood today and accidentally killed one of his mistresses.

If she were just an ordinary mistress, the king wouldn't be so worried. The problem is that this mistress's identity is not simple.

She was the daughter of an ancient and powerful family. Although she caused a huge uproar in her attempt to become the prince's mistress, the family had already publicly announced that she had been expelled from the family.

But how can blood ties be so easily severed?

He pinched the bridge of his nose, reassured the anxious queen, and then went out to deal with the problem.

The queen stood there, half believing the king's words, after all, the king was not honest when he was young and had several mistresses.

Fortunately, I have a powerful family and the skills and methods I've been trained in since childhood.

Furthermore, after the birth of his son, none of the king's other mistresses conceived, which finally made the king give up on this idea and concentrate on raising his only son.

So for many years, both outsiders and the prince believed that the king was deeply in love with the queen, but only the queen herself knew the true feelings behind it all.

After he left, she immediately summoned her confidante and asked her to secretly investigate the young man who had come that day to see if he had any connection with the king.

Even her confidante never expected that this investigation would uncover a shocking secret, a secret powerful enough to overturn the entire royal family.

She stood trembling at the entrance of the Queen's palace, anxiously awaiting the Queen's audience.

Once inside, she lowered her head, struggled internally for a moment, and then recounted everything she had found out. After listening to her confidante's report, the Queen sat there blankly, her face expressionless, but her palms were already bleeding from her fingernails.

She quickly instructed her maid to bring the boy over, fearing that Viscount Allen might act rashly if he received the news.

Seeing the slender, somewhat frail-looking boy, she couldn't help but think of a prince, who had been pampered since childhood and had the best of everything.

If you were to have him stand next to the boy in front of you, you probably wouldn't guess that they are the same age.

The boy was completely bewildered. He simply stood there quietly without asking any questions. His years of experience had taught him that silence was the right choice.

"What's your name?"

The Queen tried her best to control her voice and prevent her words from trembling.

"Your Majesty, I have no name."

The boy was taken aback at first, then answered.

The Queen felt even more heartbroken upon hearing his answer. If Allen dared to beat a boy in front of them, the torment the boy must have suffered in private must have been even more horrific.

She walked quickly to him and, with lightning speed, pulled up his sleeve.

The boy was so thin that you could see his bones. His pale skin revealed bluish veins, and what was even more striking was the dense array of scars covering his skin, many of which were old wounds.

The queen held his wrist with one hand and placed the other on the wounds. Hot tears fell one by one without her noticing, making the boy even more bewildered and helpless...