Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

"I envy Lucas immensely," Francis said in a light voice that was just enough for everyone to hear. "He is healthy and carefree all the time, and Father dotes on him endlessly. He has lived the most comfortable life among us."

Felix turned to look at Francis. Although the latter had taken some strides along the road to health, his face still looked somewhat morbidly pale. He looked like a bullied young wife because of his condition, without a trace of masculine spirit.

"How are you getting along with Zack?" Felix asked flatly. He had gone to Matthew's mansion that morning to sound out Matthew's opinion. But as soon as he arrived, he found that Francis was already there, which was quite awkward. After all, their father had already shown his desire for Francis to engage in politics, and Franci

ld bear to live with Matthew. Didn't she feel scared in front of his cold face every day? Or did Matthew have a totally different expression in front of Harper?

Francis could not help but imagine that Matthew smiled like a fool in front of Harper. That image in his mind caused gooseflesh on his body. He peeped at Matthew, only to find that he was staring at him with icy persistence. Francis couldn't resist pausing to touch his face, to check if he had rice on his face.

"What's wrong, Uncle Matthew?" Francis asked. As a good student, he had always asked questions when he didn't know the answers.

"Why are you still here?" Matthew asked with obvious discontent. He couldn't understand why Francis had no sense. Felix had already gone, but Francis didn't show the least intention of leaving.