After hearing this, Iger turned his head and fell silent for a moment. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and repeated in a low voice, “Step aside.”
Osbourne looked at Iger, and there were a few faint bloodshot lines in his deep blue eyes. After a brief pause, he finally let go of his hand, lowered it to his side, and took a step to the side, saying, “If Your Highness thinks there’s no problem with this, then please feel free.”
His voice remained icy, “But I believe Your Highness should understand that sometimes, being willful has its limits.”
“Being willful? Heh…”
Iger was momentarily stunned. Then, it seemed like he wanted to force a cold laugh from his lips, but he apparently found it meaningless. He only moved his lips slightly without saying anything more, ultimately sitting back on the sofa in the sickroom.
Osbourne watched, unable to discern whether Iger’s attitude was more of a compromise or simply that he found it uninteresting. It seemed like he didn’t even want to maintain the cold and mocking expression from earlier.
Osbourne stood in the sickroom for a while, observing him with his closed eyes, as if Iger was tired of looking at his own condition. Eventually, Osbourne turned and walked out of the sickroom.
Coincidentally, a nurse came with a meal. Osbourne stopped her, lowered his head to uncover the heat cover on the small cart, glanced at the food, and found that there was nothing but two nutritional supplements. It looked particularly simple. He frowned and asked, “Is this all? Why isn’t there any real food?”
Although those who could enter the private hospital of the royal family were not ordinary people, Osbourne, the Supreme General, was often considered a dream figure for many Omega girls in the empire. Consequently, there was a bit of nervousness in the nurse’s intermittent and soft reply, “Second Highness can only have this for now… But, General Osbourne, don’t worry. In just a couple of days, Second Highness will be able to eat normal food again.”
Osbourne nodded and let her go in.
*
After finishing the breakfast brought by the nurse, Iger logged into his account on the Star Network, entered the official website of the Imperial Jurisdiction Court, and submitted the divorce lawsuit. As expected, about two hours later, Osbourne should receive an inquiry message from the jurisdiction court.
After completing all of this, Iger didn’t log out of his account and casually chose a movie to watch. The Star Network operates under a real-name system, where each ID is linked to a person’s identity card. This not only allows for network classification and control but also significantly purifies the online environment.
The movie Iger picked was said to be the masterpiece of a national treasure-level actor in this world, having won numerous awards and dominating the top of the film review rating charts for several years. While watching, Iger discussed the plot with the system.
After finishing the movie, the system suddenly said, [Master, to be honest, I think the acting skills of the male lead in this movie don’t compare to yours.]
Chu Yan smiled faintly, [Life is not easy; I’m talented in many ways.]
At this moment, a message popped up on his Star Network account:
[Lowell: Iger, are you getting a divorce?!]
Although he couldn’t see the other person’s expression, Iger inexplicably sensed a kind of… indescribable joy from that exclamation mark.
Iger replied with a few question marks: [???]
How did he know about this, and didn’t Clyde say this guy’s communicator was confiscated?
But soon he understood. As he closed the movie playback interface, the communicator quickly flooded with numerous messages, all related to the same event.
#Second Prince of the Empire Files for Divorce to General Osbourne.#
Iger clicked in to see the details and understood the whole story. It seemed that a court employee had intentionally leaked the information. They claimed it was accidental, but their actions clearly indicated a desire to watch the drama unfold without any restraint.
That electronic lawsuit had the exclusive watermark of the jurisdictional court, along with the private seals of the royal family and the Supreme General. Their credibility and authenticity were beyond doubt.
As Iger opened the comments, he found people applauding, expressing sorrow, and those who simply enjoyed the spectacle, creating a lively atmosphere akin to a festive occasion.
——Divorce, divorce, divorce, divorce, divorce! Ahhh! Iger, I’m ready! Look at me! I want to be your one and only princess! I don’t mind if you’ve been married before; check me out!
——Divorce, divorce, divorce, divorce, divorce! General Osbourne, I’m ready too! I don’t mind if you’ve been married before; I love you forever! Check me out!
——My IgOs, how did it turn cold? Did my number one royal couple really break up? Wahhh… I can’t believe it, I refuse to believe it!
——They really divorced, unbelievable, right? I hope the two of them didn’t act on impulse… And why did the staff suddenly reveal this information? It’s so unethical. Maybe there was a chance for reconciliation, but now it’s ruined… By the way, it’s all those unethical media’s fault… According to the extent to which these gossip reporters have been keeping an eye on the Second Prince, if he had really done something wrong, there wouldn’t just be these few pictures; they would have smashed him with hammers already.
——Both of them agreed, so the divorce is practically settled. Sigh, didn’t expect my IgOs to end like this. Anyway, as long as I climb fast enough, even if this family collapses, there’s always another one… I’ll support Ilo for a while.
Chu Yan enjoyed reading the gossip about himself, but the situation escalated too quickly, and public opinion became so intense that it was impossible to control. Soon, aside from Lowell, numerous people from his friends’ list sent greetings. Some were consoling, some were in disbelief, and some were just enjoying the show. Of course, there were also many who expressed joy, almost like Lowell.
There were too many messages, so Iger only glanced at a few before deciding to shut down the communicator and lie down to sleep.
However, he only slept for about half an hour before being awakened by a noisy commotion. At this point, he had already disabled the system’s pain-blocking function, and instantly, he felt a stabbing pain in his stomach like steel needles.
“Your Majesty, perhaps it’s better to wait until the Second Prince wakes up.”
The authoritative and unquestionable voice responded, “Wake him up.”
A nearby attendant sighed and walked to the bedside, bending down to gently call out, “Second Prince.”
Iger slowly opened his eyes and found his father, the king, standing by his bedside. After a moment of confusion, he immediately sat up and greeted, “Father.”
The king’s light brown hair softly framed his forehead and face. His expression, unlike the usual cold and resentful look, seemed quite gentle and harmless, perhaps due to his illness. The anger that the king had brought over had dissipated a bit. He looked at Iger and asked, “What’s going on between you and Osbourne? Is the rumor true?”
Iger remained silent for a moment before saying, “Yes.”
Upon hearing this response, the king became furious. He paced back and forth in front of the bed, leaning on the scepter. “As the Second Prince of the Empire, how can you act so recklessly? What reason could justify such an action? If it was arranged by me, that would be one thing, but this was a choice made by all of you. Is this some kind of farce?”
“Moreover, the influence of the Bo’an family is invaluable. Not to mention military power, nearly one-fifth of the nobles in the Parliament are former members of the Bo’an. Yet, you seem to have no appreciation for it. Is this truly a childish act?”
Iger listened and then smiled, “But what does all this have to do with me, Father? Not everyone is as calculated as you are, considering everything so clearly, including their own marriage.”
The king, unexpectedly, didn’t get angry at these words. Instead, he turned to Iger with a thoughtful look. After a moment, he said with profound meaning, “Iger, you are too much like your mother…”
Iger’s forced smile disappeared from his face. The deep weariness in his expression couldn’t be concealed any longer. “Father, you’re mistaken. I am nothing like her…
“Because I will never waste my emotions and time on the wrong person… never.”
Iger looked up into the king’s eyes. “Father, if you came here to persuade me, there’s no need. As for the reason, I’m afraid no one knows better than you.”
As the king listened to this inexplicable statement, a sudden thought flashed through his mind. Unable to hold back, he blurted out, “Iger, are you…”
Even though their relationship had been tense for many years, he knew this son very well. Due to the lessons from his mother and his own past experiences, Iger seemed to have a stubborn view of marriage, considering it sacred and unwilling to involve any other factors in it. But as he had just said, the power of the royal family had been continuously weakened, and he urgently needed the strength of the Bo’an family to balance the power in Parliament. There were plenty of beautiful and outstanding Omegas within the royal family, and marrying any one of them would be a perfect match. However, it turns out to be his second son, Iger.
However, back then, although he had a fragile sense of luck regarding the marriage of these two, after various considerations, he eventually agreed. Colonel Beaumont, out of concern for his only son, didn’t want to see him suffer for love. So they agreed to bury the secrets of the past forever. After all, it was an old story, and the affair was conducted in secrecy. The chance of anyone else knowing about it was almost zero.
This was also the reason he never understood why Iger’s demeanor changed so drastically after marriage. It seemed like he had no intention of maintaining the marriage, becoming easily angered and unpredictable, especially towards Osbourne.
But in this moment, everything suddenly became clear. Iger had somehow found out.
The king stared at his son in astonishment, but Iger had already closed his eyes. His face was almost translucent, with a pallor that approached transparency. The curve of his lips was icy, carrying a hint of mockery. “Thanks to you, my life is nothing short of a joke…”
He finished speaking and chuckled softly. His chest vibrated, but there was no hint of amusement in it, only discomfort.
The king also felt uneasy and said, “Iger…”
After what seemed like a long time, Ig finally opened his eyes and calmly said, “So, Father, are you still going to advise me now?”
Seeing him like this, the king kept his feelings suppressed. Although he understood that the incident with the Hobek family had nothing to do with his youngest son, he couldn’t help but transfer his anger. Emotions are two-sided; Iger couldn’t be unaware of his father’s attitude. The relationship between father and son was becoming increasingly cold, and they argued every time they met.
Despite their strained relationship, blood ties still existed. Even if there wasn’t much affection for his son, the king didn’t anticipate that his selfish concealment would lead to such a situation.
“Well…” The king sighed, stood up, and said to the attendant, “Let’s go back.”
*
[Life is not easy, another script completed, give yourself a perfect score.]
[Host, do you think the king will reveal the truth to the male lead now? Can we just complete the mission?]
[He won’t say it, and neither will Colonel Beaumont… Now, little Osbourne is fine, and he has finally come to his senses, wanting to break free from my clutches. His dad is probably relieved.]
Chu Yan completed this script and went back to sleep. Fortunately, no one came to disturb him this time.
He slept until the afternoon and, upon opening his eyes, saw a head propped up in front of his bed. Beautiful, deep blue eyes were fixed on him without blinking.
Lowell looked at him with a slight smile. “Iger, you’re finally awake.”
Upon turning his gaze, he saw Osbourne not far behind Lowell.
Osbourne took a step forward and said to Lowell, “You said it yourself; he’s awake now. You can go back…”
Author’s note:
Iger: I’m innocent! I’m a pure little white flower!
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