Everard was sitting by the bedside of his father even when Alfred was asleep at the moment, and even when there were a lot of others to look after the King.
Ever since the day he arrived, he had barely left his father’s side because he was too worried about his father’s health. It had been worsening by the day instead of improving.
After about half an hour, Alfred opened his eyes to see his son staring at him. He heaved a sigh and then said to his son in a barely audible voice, “Everard, you should go and rest while you can. Don’t sit here by my side for the whole day and night.”
Everard simply ignored what his father said and instead asked, “How are you feeling right now, father?”
Alfred wanted his son to leave his side and rest. So he lied while directly looking into Everard’s eyes, “I am feeling a little better than earlier. My chest isn’t burning as much.”
