Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight
Chapter 1112 Confirmed Her Suspicions
Lucy’s POV:
I fixed my eyes on Crystal as she paused for a brief second before taking a few more steps forward. She didn’t respond to the name I had just called.
She kept walking until she was about to exit the winding gallery, and then she turned to look at me. “Who were you calling just now?”
Crystal’s eyes flashed with surprise behind her mask, and her tone was curious. She almost fooled me.
I mustered a faint smile. “Oh, I called you the wrong name by accident. It’s just you suddenly reminded me of an old acquaintance.”
“An old friend of yours?” Crystal asked with mild interest.
“Not a friend.” My smile widened, and I stared straight into her eyes as I added, “An enemy.”
Crystal’s expression turned awkward and somewhat apologetic. “I see, I apologize. I shouldn’t have pressed you to dig up some bad memories.”
I shook my head. “I’m the one who should apologize. I didn’t mean to call you by the wrong name. It’s just that your figure is so similar to hers, and I uttered her name without thinking. I hope you don’t mind.”
Crystal casually waved a hand. “No big deal. Well, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now.”
“Sure, bye.”
I watched her disappear into the distance, my smile still in place. As soon as she was out of sight, my face fell.
That little test of mine had just confirmed my suspicions. Crystal was indeed Sylvia, Rufus’ mate.
The way she had stiffened ever so slightly at that precise moment was what gave her away.
My hand tightened around the tea cup I was holding as my pent-up hatred swelled in my heart. I never expected Sylvia to still be alive. She was supposed to have been executed after committing such a heinous crime! Not only was she alive, but she had been living a good life, too. She had become an Alpha, and had acquired glory, wealth, and power.
I smashed the cup against the floor in a fit of rage.
She was the most despicable person I had ever known. And yet, Rufus loved her, and many people rallied to protect her. She had somehow managed to fake her death and cover her tracks.
Just as I was about to let my fury loose, I felt a pair of tiny hands come around my waist.
“What’s wrong, Mom?”
I jolted back to my senses to see Firman’s worried face in front of me.
It instantly calmed me down. I sat on my heels and reached out to stroke his hair. “Mom is fine, so don’t worry about it. Are you still hungry?”
Firman shook his head, and then shot me a quizzical look. “I have a question, Mom.”
“What is it?” I asked patiently.
“Why did you ask me to come?” my boy murmured through pursed lips. “I didn’t make those desserts at all. You ordered a maid to prepare them in advance.”
I ruffled Firman’s lustrous hair. His hair felt like the softest silk, and I ran my fingers through them every chance I got.
“I just wanted to confirm something. Thank you, Firman. You were a great help to Mom. Just forget about it, okay? Pretend it never happened and don’t mention it to anyone. I’m sorry you had to lie today, but this is the first and only time. I won’t ask you to do such a thing again.”
Firman looked even more confused.
I tapped his nose and tried to dissuade him again. “This is a very complicated matter between adults.
You wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain it to you, so I’ll tell you all about it when you grow up, okay?”
At last, Firman obediently bobbed his head. “All right, then I won’t ask anymore.”
“Good boy.” I pressed a kiss on Firman’s forehead, picked him up and carried him back to our palace.
As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a cup sailing into the air, aimed directly at my face.
I twisted my head and torso to the side, doing my best to shield Firman, who was still in my arms.