The elderly man before him had already taken on a starkly different appearance from the vibrant and spirited king of years past. Watching the old man, Lucas Walker felt a tightness in his chest.
"KING!" The old king spoke softly, "From now on… everything is in your hands."
Whether he could leave the operating room was still unknown, but before that, he needed to entrust the necessary matters.
There wasn't much he wanted to say to Lucas Walker.
Just this one sentence—it was enough.
Lucas Walker's response was equally succinct.
"I understand."
He wasn't one for words, and the old king knew it. These three words conveyed everything.
Having said his piece, the old king turned to Ivana Bennett.
"Ivana… From now on, I'll leave KING to you."
"Grandfather, what are you talking about?" Ivana tried her best to keep her lips curved into a smile. "You're not going to care for him anymore?!"
The old king smiled faintly and extended his hand, which she quickly received with both hands.
