Reincarnated as the Most Hated Sovereign

Chapter 8: A Visit to the Healer

Chapter 8: A Visit to the Healer

Adrian's POV

Before I knew it, we had arrived at our destination.

"Richard, is this the healer's house?" I asked.

"Yes, Angelo, this is it," he replied.

"Hold on, shouldn't he be the one to come to me? Why did we have to go to him?"

"Apparently, the healer fell ill after his last visit to you," Richard explained.

"What? You mean he got sick after his last visit to me?"

"Yes, his son said it happened because he fell into the lake on his way home."

I nodded at his explanation, but a thought crossed my mind.

"Wait, aren't we risking getting sick too? And shouldn't he be resting?"

Richard seemed surprised by my remark, as was I. It didn't feel like me to be concerned, but somehow, it did. My thoughts were interrupted by a voice from the doorway.

"Thank you for your concern for my father, Prince. I didn't realize you were so thoughtful."

Richard and I were taken aback. We were certain he wasn't there a moment ago.

"Wait, if that's your father, then he's the healer?"

"Indeed, Prince."

Ah, so he was the healer's son. My thoughts halted again as I realized I had been staring at him, and now he was looking back at me.

"Sorry for staring," I apologized, then added, "I just noticed you don't resemble the healer."

"Perhaps that's because I inherited my looks from my mother," he replied.

Before I could say anything else, he spoke again.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing and hearing from you. The whispers about you are so different from the reality."

"People love to gossip, whether they know the person or not, whether it's true or not."

"You're right," he agreed.

"Furthermore, you shouldn't believe everything you hear. Not everything you see and hear is true. Perhaps you should find a reason first, then decide whether to believe or trust someone before you believe what others say."

"That's good advice. From now on, I'll do just that, especially since I have a business and often get cheated."

I chuckled at his remark, but my laughter was cut short when Richard interjected.

"Where's the healer?" Richard asked.

"Of course, Prince, please come in," he said, bowing. It felt awkward. Just a moment ago, we were talking like old friends, and now he was showing deference.

He led us in and asked us to wait on the couch while he called his father.

'They have a big house,' I thought to myself as we waited for the healer.

"Good day, Prince. Please forgive my tardiness," he greeted, bowing to me.

'I just realized how old the healer is,' I thought, looking at him.

"It's alright, we just arrived too," I replied with a smile.

"Is that so? Thank you," the healer responded.

"By the way, can you tell me your name?" I asked, tired of referring to him as 'the healer' in my mind.

"I am Jaime, the palace's healer, and this is my son, Ramon," he introduced. "He has a twin named Raymond."

"So what should I call you?" I asked him.

"Whatever you prefer, Prince."

"How about Papa Jaime? And you don't need to address me as 'Prince' every time we meet. Just call me Angelo."

"Alright, Pr-" He was cut off as I interjected.

"I said you don't need to address me as 'Prince' anymore. That means you don't need to show me excessive respect. Just think of me as your son so you won't feel awkward around me."

He only smiled and nodded.

Our conversation ended, and we proceeded with the real reason for our visit.

A few hours passed after his check-up.

"For now, Angelo's condition is improving. I don't see any other potential health issues, but he still needs to be careful," Jaime informed Richard, who nodded and turned to me.

After that, we immediately returned to the palace so I could rest, as advised by Papa Jaime.

"Goodnight, Richard."

"Goodnight, Angelo."

And everything went black