Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1273

(Crystal’s POV)

Without a moment to lose, Rufus and I rushed to Laura’s palace.

Since Ethan’s death, Laura had been living alone in a smaller structure in a secluded corner of the garden.

Only a few lanterns were on, and there were no guards patrolling the palace. It looked oddly quiet from a distance.

I couldn’t shake off the bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t imagine what kinds of horrible things Noreen would do to Arron.

If Laura wasn’t on her guard, Noreen could easily fool her.

I stopped in front of the door nervously and reached for the door handle, but Rufus quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind him protectively. “Let me do it.”

Then with a cold, dark expression, he decisively pushed the door open.

The faint sound of a child’s laughter came from the end of the corridor. It was undoubtedly Arron laughing.

There was a small garden at the end of the corridor. Arron liked to hide there whenever they played hide-and-seek.

Rufus and I exchanged glances and simultaneously sighed in relief.

Fortunately, Arron was okay.

But all of a sudden, we heard him scream. My heart skipped a beat. I rushed to the end of the corridor and yanked the curtains out of the way. A delicate garden came into view.

I looked around and found that Beryl was approaching Arron with a strange-looking bug in the palm of her hand.

“What are you doing?!”

I shrieked and rushed to my son. Without hesitation, I grabbed him and pulled him away from Beryl, checking to see if he was hurt.

Laura, who was drinking tea at a small round table nearby, stood up in surprise.

“Crystal, what’re you doing here?”

I had no time to explain. I turned to glare at Beryl vigilantly.

Beryl was still holding up the bug in her hand. She pursed her lips and stared at me with her big eyes, tears welling up in them. At the thought that there might be an evil soul living in this child’s body, any semblance of tenderness in me was destroyed, leaving only a mother’s instinct to protect her child.

“What kind of bug are you holding? What were you going to do to Arron?” I demanded.

Beryl trembled in fear. She held up the bug in her palm and burst into tears, crying, “It’s a cricket! I just wanted to play with my brother. That’s all! Mommy, why are you so mad at me?”

“Honey, you’re scaring her.” Giving me a warning look, Rufus stopped me from questioning Beryl further.

I held Arron tightly, while still eyeing Beryl warily.

Rufus scooped her up and patted her back to comfort her while she sobbed. My heart ached, but my mind kept telling me that this could all be an act created by Noreen. “Mommy, what’s wrong? Why’d you get so mad at Beryl?” Arron wrapped his arms around my neck and looked at me in confusion.

“Beryl was just playing. Besides, I’m not afraid of bugs. I wanted to make the crickets fight.”

Laura didn’t say anything, but she did cast me a reproachful glance.

Only then did I come to my senses, instantly regretting my impulsive actions. If my guess was wrong and Noreen wasn’t in Beryl’s body, then I would’ve hurt the child for no reason.

I set Arron down on the ground and walked up to Beryl, trying to apologize.

“Baby Beryl, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you just now. I just…” Beryl’s face had turned red from crying. She lowered her head, unwilling to look at me.

Rufus gave me a sympathetic look, telling me with his eyes that I had to calm down first.

I felt terrible. Just as I opened my mouth to say something more, I suddenly saw a weird smile on Beryl’s face. Then I saw that she was about to place the strange- looking bug onto Rufus’ chest…