Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1766: Considering The Big Picture

Chapter 1766: Considering the Big Picture

This scene left Julie feeling astonished!

Catherine was also stunned!

Rowan and Claire were shaken, all eyes focused on Prince Taylor, who was kneeling, his hair

disheveled, his face sporting bruises, and his lips stained with blood.

Rowan appeared calm, unmoved by the situation, his inner anger not diminished by this act of

kneeling.

"Bro, I was wrong!" Taylor looked up at him, thick-skinned and said, "Just forgive me! I really know I

was wrong!"

The term "bro" struck a chord in Rowan's heart, playing the family card.

Rowan's indifferent face showed no emotion, but inside, he was somewhat moved because this

address from Taylor... should be difficult for him, right?

Catherine and Julie were still a bit dazed. Taylor actually called him bro?!

"Claire, I'm sorry, I was wrong!" Seeing no response from his brother, Taylor knelt beside the girl next to

his brother. He looked genuinely apologetic, and said pitifully, "I really know I was wrong. Shall I write

you a self-criticism?"

Write a self-criticism??

Isn't that what children do?

But at this moment, Taylor was like a child who had done wrong, with his mother by his side and his

brother's wife in front of him.

As long as he sincerely and earnestly apologized, the elders wouldn't pursue the matter further, so his

father wouldn't find out.

Claire suddenly felt sorry for him. Taylor's actions were truly disheartening. He failed to achieve his

goal, got beaten, knelt down, and now apologized...

So, she turned her gaze towards the man beside her.

Rowan, exuding an aura of coldness, looked at him displeased, "Write a one-thousand-word self-

criticism. Your attitude must be sincere, and your handwriting must be neat. Hand it over before

nightfall today!"

"Okay, bro!" Taylor breathed a sigh of relief, "Can I... get up now?"

Rowan withdrew his gaze, put his arm around Claire, and walked away.

Claire, as she walked, glanced back at the three of them. When she saw Taylor standing up, Princess

Catherine and herself briefly exchanged glances.

Claire averted her eyes and then noticed a sense of gratitude in Princess Catherine's gaze.

So... they definitely didn't want this matter to escalate, didn't want to tarnish Taylor's reputation.

"Dr. Watson," Claire said as she walked, turning her gaze, "Can't we..."

"What did you call me?" Rowan squeezed her shoulder, reminding her, "Didn't you change your

address in bed just now?" His tone, having changed from the previous sternness, now carried a teasing NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

and gentle quality.

Claire's heart felt as though it had been stirred. She turned around and embraced him, halting his

steps. "Rowan," she looked up at him, "Could this matter not be told to the king?"

This wasn't a matter of being saintly, but rather considering the bigger picture.

The incident had already occurred. Taylor was willing to write a self-criticism, and she believed he

would definitely turn over a new leaf.

Moreover, Princess Catherine had personally come to intercede today. If the matter reached the king,

her relationship with the prince would sour again.

Naturally, it was better to repair this relationship as perfectly as possible.

Their eyes met, and Rowan understood her meaning and naturally comprehended this reasoning. "We

can keep it from him, but it's unlikely to remain hidden," he said. "Although Taylor's injuries aren't fatal,

the aftermath is substantial. He probably won't get out of bed tomorrow."

"What?" Claire's chest tightened, and a thought occurred to her. "Then can't you treat him? Mend...

your relationship with your stepmother?"

Rowan raised an eyebrow, his voice low, "That depends on whether his one-thousand-word self-

criticism meets my satisfaction."