Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 703

Leonard’s POV:

It had been a long time since I felt so weak and powerless. My body seemed to be giving up. Even my heart couldn’t seem to beat properly.

Sensing that my breathing was slowing down, I woke up from my coma with a start.

I gasped for air as my oxygen-deprived brain was still in a daze.

I tried to blink, but it felt as though my eyes were covered with a layer of white paste and mist.

When I finally came to my senses and my heartbeat returned to normal, I found myself lying in a bedroom.

As I looked at my surroundings in confusion, a figure approached me.

It took me a while to recognize that it was Alina. Then I remembered that I had fainted not long after Edwin left.

My brain was working again and I gradually remembered everything. I didn’t know how long it had been since I passed out, but I immediately felt anxious. I didn’t know how Sylvia was now.

When Alina reached out to pull the quilt up around me, I grabbed her hand and asked, “How long has it been since Edwin left? Is he back? What about Sylvia?”

Alina paused for a moment, but she seemed unfazed. She smiled faintly and said, “Dad, you’ve been out for only an hour. As for the people who went out to rescue Sylvia, they haven’t come back yet.”

I let out a long sigh and felt very uneasy. It had been an hour and we still got nothing. I didn’t know if something had happened to Edwin and the others.

“Dad, relax. Prince Rufus is there. He won’t let anything happen to Sylvia.” Alina patted my shoulder to comfort me.

“You’re right.” I sighed and took solace in knowing that Rufus was strong enough to bring Sylvia back safely.

Despite this, I still felt guilty. For the wedding, I had dispatched more than half of the pack’s soldiers to guard the manor. Despite the tight security, the enemy was still able to break in.

“Dad, don’t worry too much about it, okay? Here, have some soup first.” Alina held up a bowl of soup and was about to feed me.

Having no appetite, I shook my head. “No, I want to rest.”

“Eat a little so that you have something in your stomach before taking the medicine,” Alina persuaded.

I sighed. Sylvia hadn’t been saved yet, and I was in no mood to eat.

Alina said earnestly, “Sylvia will be fine, Dad. If you don’t take your medicine, your condition will get worse and Sylvia will only worry about you when she gets back.”

I glanced at the pills in Alina’s hand. What she said made sense, so I sat up reluctantly and drank some soup.

“No seasoning?” I looked at the bowl of soup in my hand and frowned slightly. It was completely bland. I started to wonder if I had lost my sense of taste. Although I had been in poor health for a while now, I could still taste things before. It seemed that I was seriously ill this time.

Alina chuckled. “You’re sick so I reasoned that you needed some light food, so I didn’t add much seasoning.”

“Even so, I should be able to taste the other flavors of the soup, but I can’t taste anything at all.” I uneasily asked Alina to call the doctor in.

Alina fell silent for a moment. After a while, she smiled and said, “The doctor said it was nothing serious.”

“Call the doctor,” I said again. “Let me ask him myself.” I didn’t believe that there was nothing wrong with me. I knew my own body and I clearly felt that there was something wrong with it. No matter how seriously ill I was in the past, I had never lost my sense of taste.

But Alina ignored me. “Dad, you should drink more soup so that you can take your medicine.”

“Call the doctor! Alina, why aren’t you listening to me?” I roared impatiently.

Alina didn’t respond. Instead, she took the bowl from me and ladled more soup into it. “The doctor said that you should drink more soup to strengthen your body.”

I was so angry that I slapped the bowl of chicken soup out of her hand. “I said, call the doctor! Alina, what are you so afraid of? Why won’t you let me see the doctor?”