"The reason why I came here today was to tell you, Mother." Charlie sat down on the brocade couch in front of the Queen's bed. He was still smiling and enjoying the queen's pain. "Although I don't really want the throne, I just want to fight you. The more you don't want to give me, the more I have to take it. For example, if you are allergic to cats, I like to raise cats."
"You are a demon!" The Queen let out a hoarse voice.
"Oh, I forgot. I should've carried my cat over." Charlie laughed wickedly. "Let Mother see how adorable my cat is. I'll also take the opportunity to watch Mother's expression."
This mother-and-son pair was like enemies. The Queen had killed Charlie father, and Charlie was happy that he had struck a blow on the Queen's heart.
"Get out... Get out of here..." The queen said in a quavering voice. After knowing that Prince Billy knew everything she had done, her face was as pale as ash.
