I Won't Accept Your Regrets

Chapter 157

Today Edmund will step into the great danger.

"Your Highness. The ordered dessert is ready."

Edmund woke up from the voice of the servant.

The maid passed the door with a silver tray in her hands.

"The chef said the cake was baked with great care."

"I need to change. Wait outside the door."

"Yes, your highness."

Left alone, Edmund took a deep breath as he looked at his favorite dessert.

And then he pulled out a crystal bottle, which he kept in his pocket.

Suddenly his eyes flashed with a brilliance of determination.

Then he opened the lid.

Lily, attracted by the sound, looked up and stared at Edmund's hands.

As if she wanted to see if he spilled poison or not.

His mother advised to check everything in person.

After all, what a meticulous person her mistress was.

Edmund began pouring liquid from a crystal bottle over the apple pie as if in response to Lily's insistent gaze.

There was no place that the liquid did not reach.

It was only when the bottle was completely emptied that Edmund dropped his hand.

"That's enough ... Will it work?"

Edmund looked at Lily again, clutching the bottle with trembling hands. Lily stared coldly at Edmund.

Did she suspect what?

Edmund shivered as he saw the inhuman coldness in her eyes.

In fact, Edmund did not poison the pie.

When he was just given the poison, fear took over his mind entirely. But as time passed, he realized what he was going to do.

Try to kill your father and little brother.

So, Edmund secretly from Lily poured all the poison from the bottle and filled it with water.

He was numb with fear, imagining that his mother might die, but he could not kill his father and younger brother. How can he rejoice in the future, walking over the corpses of his relatives?

And if his mother really committed the unforgivable sin ... If so, then it is right that she should pay the price.

Edmund stared at Lily in silence and swallowed nervously.

At the moment when he was already thinking that he was caught, Lily smiled smoothly and gave out:

"Excellent work, Your Highness."

Lily reached out to Edmund and took the bottle.

"Then I will take my leave and bring your mother the news."

"Good."

Lily left the room, and the next moment the prince's legs gave way.

After all, he clearly remembered Lily's words.

"If His Highness cannot, he will die."

Maybe now he betrayed his mother.

Did he really make the right choice?

"Your Majesty, supper time."

The maid opened the door and entered.

"Bring dessert.

"As you order."

Edmund went to dinner first, and the maid took a tray of apple pie.

When the latter was about to leave the room, Lily stepped into the room.

"I'll take this cake."

The maid winced as she watched Lily stretch her hands.

"This is a dessert for His Highness's table. That is none of your business."

"His Highness has ordered me personally to bring dessert."

"His Highness ... Did he really say that?"

"Yeah. As you yourself saw, the prince is now worried in body and soul and is nervous, because he has not seen his father for a long time. And he said - my presence will be a relief for him."

The maid fell for Lily's gentle persuasion.

And this happened because Lily was seen beside Edmund from childhood, moreover, now she was replacing Lisa for him in the palace.

Of course, the maid had no choice but to believe Lily's words.

"Here you are. Just be careful."

"Yeah."

Leaving the room first, Lily looked around and opened the lid.

Then she took a small bottle out of her pocket and sprinkled clear liquid over the apple pie.

"His Highness the First Prince arrives."

The door to the dining room opened and Edmund entered. Carlisle jumped up from his seat and happily called out to him.

"Brother!"

"His Majesty, Her Majesty. Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Edmund gave a shudder greeting.

Carlisle, who at that time was about to run to Edmund, suddenly froze and retreated.

He remembered Edmund's cold tone the other day.

I heard from Helen that they were dating.

Naturally, I smiled at Edmund so that the atmosphere did not become extremely awkward.

"Edmund, come and sit down."

"Your Majesty.

Edmund sat down opposite me.

This child's cheeks were now sunken, as if he had faced many difficulties lately.

His house fell, his inheritance slipped from under his nose.

He probably knows that he has nothing left but uncertainties.

I decided not to pour oil on the fire.

If I continue to look at him that way, it will only become more uncomfortable.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Father."

Edmund spoke to Raymond first. The moment Raymond's eyes turned to Edmund, his shoulders flinched with tension.

Raymond now sees Edmund as the child of the murdered prince.

I was afraid that he was about to lose his temper.

"I heard you feel bad. Now everything is all right?"

"Now everything is all right. Thank you for your care."

Fortunately, Raymond didn't show anything harsh. I relaxed, and then Edmund turned to me.

"Your Majesty the Empress, Your Majesty the Crown Prince. I apologize for not checking in lately."

"No, what are you? It's a pity that we didn't invite you."

"Thanks for these words. Okay ... so ... Your Highness is doing well?"

Edmund smiled at Carlisle.

The cold tone Helen told me about suddenly disappeared somewhere.

Probably, he hid his feelings in the presence of the emperor and empress.

But who didn't know it was Carlisle. He quickly burst into enthusiasm, as if he thought his older brother had replaced anger with mercy.

"I... No, I'm fine. I miss you brother, "Carlisle said with a bright smile.

Carlisle's laugh in the hall, where everyone was hiding behind a mask, was unusually sincere.

At that moment, Carlisle's pure laugh shook Edmund.

And I don't think it's because of that strong hatred for Carlisle.

Rather, a vague sense of guilt appeared in those dark eyes.

Is Edmund guilty of something in front of Carlisle?

Considering this a mistake, I gave the go-ahead to the servants to cover.

And soon the table was covered with culinary delights. The meal began.

Carlisle and Edmund talked tirelessly.

Raymond hardly spoke, and I only occasionally threw a line here and there.

However, Carlisle talked to Edmund throughout the meal that Edmund had no time to wield a fork.

On another day, I would have advised Carlisle to stop bothering Edmund, but today I dropped the case.

After all, even if Carlisle had stopped talking, the atmosphere would have become quite prickly.

And if Edmund spoke to Raymond in a difficult atmosphere ... I didn't want to imagine what followed.

After supper, dominated by Carlisle's clear voice, a servant entered with dessert.

"His Majesty, Her Majesty. This is from the first prince."

I saw a sweet apple pie.

It was Carlisle's favorite dessert.

At that moment, Edmund smiled broadly.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I hear His Highness the Crown Prince likes that."

"My God, how do you know? Come on, say thanks, Carlisle."

"Thank you brother."

Carlisle's cheeks flushed, apparently flattered by such concern.

And where did his cold treatment of Carlisle go?

I knew that Edmund's feelings did not echo Lisa's thoughts. With a heartfelt smile, I took a piece of apple pie and put it on Carlisle's plate.

As if he was just waiting for this, Carlisle stabbed a huge piece of cake with a fork.

"So tasty! Mom would also need..."

"Prince?

Carlisle, who had been talking with excitement a moment ago, suddenly froze.

"Ugh!"

"Carlisle, what are you doing?

Carlisle bowed his head and groaned.

The fork fell out of Carlisle's hands and made a ringing sound.

"Mom..."

A chill ran down my spine.

Carlisle lifted his head and began to vomit blood.

"Carlisle!"

Calling out to Carlisle with a frightened face, I hastily hugged the falling child.

"What is it, Carlisle ?!

Raymond threw his chair away and ran over to me.

Carlisle vomited blood over and over again. Hot blood ran down my arm.

My heart seemed to stop at this sensation.

"Carlisle, Carlisle!"

"Painfully..."

Carlisle slowly closed his eyes.

"You mustn't lose consciousness. Carlisle, please!"

But now his body sagged in my hands.

"Ah. No! Carlisle!"

"Call a doctor! Immediately!"

Raymond's insistent scream rang in my ears.

I hugged my son tightly with trembling arms and shouted his name in madness.