Chapter: 351

One of them was the Lintail in question, which can only be eaten in the capital.

The doctor asked Astelle again, who was silently listening to the guard’s explanation.

“Is there any fruit that Young Master has never eaten? Does he have a sensitive reaction?”

“Yes, there is.”

Astelle came to her senses and answered calmly, “Lintail……he has never eaten it before. Maybe that’s why.”

The doctor nodded, then he asked a question again, “Is there anyone in your family who is sensitive to Lintail? Most people who are sensitive to certain foods have a family history.”

A family history.

As soon as she heard those words, her body stiffened.

Astelle could not come up with the answer.

A calm voice from the side took the place of her answer.

“Come to think of it, my wife must have been like that.”

When she turned her head, she saw the Marquis of Carlenberg who had been at the bedside to see Theor.

After that, he did not look at Astelle and was answering in a low-pitched, indifferent voice.

“But that’s weird. My children were not like that, nor was my dead grandson.”

“Oh, it’s not strange. Genetic diseases often skip generations.”

Hearing those words, the doctor shrugged it off lightly.

‘……’

Astelle’s maternal grandmother did not have such a constitution.

Astelle knew it, but she didn’t say anything and fixed her eyes on Theor.

She could understand why her grandfather would lie about her maternal grandmother.

Her maternal grandmother, the Marchioness of Carlenberg, had long since passed away. No one remembered the details about her.

But if it was her cousin Sigmund, or her uncle, there might still be some people in the capital close to them.

“Take this antipyretic and he’ll be fine.”

The doctor took out a small vial from the bag he was carrying.

“If the fever goes down, there won’t be any problems, but he is still young, so he should rest for at least two weeks so that no side effects remain.”