Chapter 562

The Crimson King was pleased by this, but before he could say anything, his earlier outburst took its toll. He coughed violently, his face paling from the strain.

"Grandpa, lie down," Valerie said gently as she helped him back onto the bed. She checked his pulse carefully.

It was weak but steady, the same as before. While there was no critical illness, years of emotional strain and depression had