"Your Majesty, I also do not know what is going on. He did make that statement yesterday when he was drunk," Walter said. Anastasia looked at his sincere gaze and could not help but lower her head. She knew there was no way to change the situation.
The king had already found a scapegoat. She did not have the power to protect him. Moreover, Dorothy was not the one who had hurt her this time, so she decided to let it go.
Edward, on the other hand, knew Walter very well. He had not arranged this play.
"Answer my mother's question. Do you know who gave you the new prescription?" His gaze was cold.
"Your Majesty, I truly do not know," Gill replied, kneeling. He had no idea why he had said anything about changing a prescription. He had never done such a thing. He began to regret drinking with the others last night after his shift. He wanted to explain that he was speaking nonsense, but it felt as though his mouth had a will of its own.
