Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

Prince Theodore, who was also sitting at the dinner table, overheard the conversation between Juliana and Charlotte. He was filled with immense joy.

He had an outgoing and gentle nature. The thought of having a new little sister warmed his heart. While the Charleston royal family tended to be quite reserved toward outsiders, family members were an exception.

At that moment, the butler hastily entered the room with a panicked expression and rushed to King Arthur's side, neglecting the usual formalities.

Arthur frowned in annoyance, staring at the butler disapprovingly. "Wells, what's the matter with you? You've been with me for over a decade, yet you forget even the most basic courtesy?"

Wells bowed his head in shame, apologizing to Arthur. "I'm terribly sorry, Your Majesty. It wasn't intentional, but I have an extremely urgent matter I must report to you."

Surprised by the butler's uncharacteristic urgency, Arthur grew curious. He told Wells, "What could be this urgent? Slow down. We can take care of it."

Wells was still looking as anxious as ever, and he spoke rapidly as he delivered the shocking news to Arthur. "Your Majesty, we've just received word about the little princess..." "What's happened to our princess?!"

Arthur sprung up from his chair as a foreboding feeling crept up to him.

Upon hearing the news, Juliana turned to look at Wells with concern.

As for Charlotte, nobody noticed her quietly smirking in the corner.

With beads of sweat on his forehead, Wells struggled to articulate his words, "We've just received news that the little princess was involved in a car accident not long ago... She didn't make it." To avoid causing further distress to everyone at the dinner table, Wells used euphemisms to soften the blow. However, it did little to mitigate the sorrow and shock that swept over everyone. Juliana sank back into her seat with a thud, her eyes were brimming with grief. "No... That can't be... How could that happen? We just named her Velda. How could she be gone now?" Overwhelmed with sorrow, Juliana covered her face while tears streamed down her cheeks like pearls.

"Velda... My Velda..."

Due to her anguish, Juliana fainted in her seat. Theodore, who was seated to her left, rushed to support her. His voice trembled in panic, "Mom, what's wrong? Don't scare me, please. Quick, call the doctor." Theodore quickly instructed the butler to call the doctor.

Arthur was saddened by the news too, but now that Juliana had collapsed, he had to set his grief aside and take charge of the situation. "What's with all this haste? Everyone, calm down!"

Arthur's authoritative voice silenced the frantic crowd. He gently took the unconscious Juliana from his son's hands. With a face full of sorrow, he said, "Fetch the doctor and inform him that the queen has fainted. Wells..."

Arthur paused for a moment before uttering the heartbreaking words, "Start with the preparations. W-We must hold a grand funeral for our dear Velda."

He shut his eyes after speaking.

In the end, their lost treasure was never meant for Charleston.