The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 644

Rufus' POV:

Hearing this, I was surprised. In my eyes, my father was still in his prime. Why did he want to step down for the throne so early?

I didn't respond. Perhaps he was just exhausted because of what happened to Richard. Maybe he would reconsider his decision after a while.

Plus, I didn't want to inherit the throne just yet. I wanted to spend more time with Sylvia before settling down and having a child.

Once I became the lycan king, I would be completely consumed by government affairs. I didn't want to become a machine who lived solely to work.

But even I had to admit that it would be nice to have a child soon. Be it a son or a daughter, I could pass the throne to my child when the time was right.

That way, I'd be able to spend more time with Sylvia again and only tend to the government when necessary. Such a plan sounded wonderful to me.

Therefore, having children as soon as possible didn't sound like such a bad idea after all.

"I watched your webcast by the way. Everyone thinks highly of you. Public support is what makes a king a king. You did well, my son. I'm not worried now. I'm relieved to hand the empire to you. I believe you'll make a great ruler."

Then, he patted me on the shoulder and chuckled. "Relax, son. No need to be so nervous. Things will only get better from here."

I still wanted to dissuade my father, but he didn't give me the chance. "I know what you want to say, but trust me. I've made up my mind. Don't try to convince me otherwise. I haven't been the best father and husband lately. Once I step down from the throne, I'll be able to spend more time with your mother. I'll give her our long overdue honeymoon and we'll travel around the world. Your mother might be sharp-tongued, but deep down, she's soft-hearted. Although she hates me now, once I kneel down in front of her and apologize sincerely, I just know she'll give in. After all, she must be sick and tired of staying in the palace. I think she'll support my decisions."

As he spoke, my father's eyes lit up slightly, but then they soon became a little gloomy. Perhaps it was because my mother still refused to see him.