Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1212

(Rufus’ POV)

I watched Arron curl his lower l*p and sniff back his tears as he caught sight of Crystal on the bed. In the end, he couldn’t help but let out a muffled sob.

In any case, the brave boy heeded my instructions and kept as quiet as he could. Even so, he still reached for his mother, as though he would never be at ease until he touched her.

“Mommy…” Arron whispered as he leaned closer to her. He almost fell off my arms. I had to hike him higher against my waist and pull his arm back.

“It’s okay. There’s no rush.” I carefully set him down on the floor and patted his head. “Go ahead. Just remember not to wake her up.”

“Okay.” Arron nodded and rushed to the bed.

He settled on Crystal’s side and held her fingers tightly.

Soon, the boy finally calmed down. 

I watched it all from the side as I tried to process the complex emotions that surged in my heart.

“Will Mommy be fine?” Arron wiped the sweat from Crystal’s brow and turned to look at me. There was a depth to his eyes, like he was no simple child but an adult as well.

“She will be all right, I promise.”

Arron nodded silently and turned back to his mother. He sat there for a long while, just staring at her and holding her hand. It seemed that he had forgotten about his promise to leave after making sure that Crystal was fine.

I chuckled to myself. I should let the mother and son have their time for a little while. So, I exited the room and asked one of the servants to prepare a cup of hot cocoa.

I brought it back to the room myself, walking to Arron and handed the steaming cup to him. “Here, drink this before you go. You can’t stay here all the time, and you should be in bed by now. Your mommy will be mad when she wakes up and replaces out that you went past your bedtime.”

Arron turned his wide eyes at me and pouted. He was still holding Crystal’s hand, clearly reluctant to let go. “Okay. I want to keep Mommy company for a while more, but I don’t want her to be angry.”

He finally let go of her and took the cup. “Let’s go, I don’t want to disturb Mommy.”

I picked him up and headed for the door. “Arron, would you like to see your sister? Beryl is with Grandma Laura right now. Don’t you want to spend some time with them? You can even sleep with Beryl tonight.”

Arron held the cup with both of his pudgy hands, but made no move to drink the cocoa. He hesitated for a while before saying, “Can I really? Mommy said I’m not allowed to call Grandma Laura ‘Grandma’ when we are outside, and I can’t see her during the daytime.”

A thought suddenly occurred to me. I gestured at the guards to leave us alone and turned to Arron with a serious expression. “Of course, you can. I’ll personally take you there right now. What do you think?”

“Thank you, sir! You are so kind!” Arron visibly cheered up and tried to wrap his arms around me. I barely had enough time to salvage the cup of cocoa before it crashed to the floor. The boy just giggled and flashed me a smile.

Out of nowhere, I felt the urge to rub my cheek against his, but I held myself back. After a moment’s thought, I asked, as casually as I could, “Arron, do you think you can tell me why your mommy forbade you from calling Laura ‘Grandma’?”

Arron frowned and squirmed in my arms. Seeing his reaction, I began to have this nagging suspicion that Crystal might have purposely forbidden her son from revealing his identity to anyone.