Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1213

(Rufus’ POV)

I could feel my heart sinking. “I don’t know why,” Arron mumbled in his cute little voice. “Mommy just told me not to.”

I heaved a short sigh. “Arron, are you very familiar with your Grandma Laura?”

“Yes! Before we came to the imperial palace, I used to make video calls to Grandma. Beryl and Mommy, too!” This time, he did not hesitate.

I didn’t know what to feel. It seemed that Laura and Crystal had kept a lot from me over the years.

“How long have you been calling each other?” I prodded.

Arron spread his hands and counted his f*ingers. “As long as I can remember? Three years? Maybe five, I guess. I’m not really sure, but it’s been a long time.”

I narrowed my eyes and made some calculations in my head. Crystal had been installed in the border pack exactly five years ago. If what Arron said was true, then Crystal had been in t*ouch with my mother the entire time.

I realized that Arron had grown quiet, and I turned to see him looking up at me, waiting for my response. I mustered an awkward smile to hide the bitterness I felt.

I was angry, yet at the same time envious. How could my mother have kept in t*ouch with Crystal for so long? But why would I even feel this way?

Maybe it was because of the fact that they had hidden it from me…

Before long, we were at the entrance of my mother’s palace. I patted Arron’s head and said, “All right, I understand now. You’re such a good boy.”

“Are you mad?” The little boy blinked innocently at me, his lips pursed. “Do you want me to stop calling Grandma Laura ‘Grandma’, too?”

“No, of course not. I’m not mad. You can call her Grandma from now on. It’s okay.”

The white lie rolled off my tongue easily. I considered myself lucky that Arron was too young to read emotions. He was perceptive for his age.

I pressed my lips into a thin line. My mood was worsening by the minute. I still remembered how my mother acted like she didn’t know Crystal when they had first met in the imperial palace.

I spotted my mother as soon as we entered her courtyard. It looked like she had been notified of our impending arrival. She was pacing back and forth near the gates, looking sick with worry.

“Grandma!” Arron called out to her before I could even say anything.

My mother was stunned for one brief second, but the moment she laid eyes on Arron, her face lit up.

I felt strange as I watched my mother rush over without a care for royal etiquette.

“Good boy, my baby!” She plucked Arron out of my arms and practically shoved me aside.

My mother rubbed her cheeks against Arron’s like he was some kind of rare treasure, and I felt another pang of envy as the little boy giggled.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere? Let me have a look!” My mother pulled back and proceeded to examine Arron’s arms and l*egs.

But the boy merely shook his head and hugged her again. “It’s okay, Grandma! I’m not hurt!”

“That’s good, then. Oh, that’s very good. I’ve been so worried!”

My mother tightened her embrace and peppered Arron with k****s. They looked so intimate, far too intimate for my liking.

I was standing barely an arm’s length away, yet she barely spared me a glance.

I was pissed as hell.