Chapter 1910

"Alright, it's getting late. You should go back to your room and rest," Rufus said wearily, waving his hand.

The decision to appoint his eldest son as the heir to the throne was not only because he recognized his capabilities. He was also driven by a sense of guilt, wanting to make amends.

Unfortunately, Dustin lacked ambition and harbored no aspirations to rise above others. Therefore, Rufus refrained from pressing too hard.

As a dying man, his only wish was for the well-being and happiness of his sons. The rest was no longer a concern.

Dustin opened his mouth as if to speak but ultimately remained silent. He then stood up and left.

He had no desire to become the next prince, at least not now.

To the outside world, the title of Prince of West Lucozia symbolized supreme power, boundless wealth, glory, and the pinnacle of prestige. However, to Dustin, it represented a burdensome role.

Assuming the throne meant bearing an overwhelming load. He would no longer be able to consi