Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 756

Rufus’s POV:

The heated discussion whether we should keep the baby raised tensions among us.

When we finally stopped arguing, the doctor who had been ignored by us from the very beginning spoke in a low voice, “In fact, Miss Todd is in good condition…”

What?

Everyone turned to look at the doctor.

I rushed to him with joy, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him violently. “What did you say? Why didn’t you tell us earlier?”

The doctor hurriedly held his spectacles that were about to fall and replied in a trembling voice, “Please let go of me, Prince Rufus, or I might throw up.”

“Rufus, calm down and listen to the doctor,” my father said helplessly, pulling me away from the poor doctor.

A sigh of relief escaped the doctor’s lips. Despite his anxiety, he spoke at a breakneck pace. “Miss Todd has been in good health these days. Her physical condition is likewise excellent, and the fetus is doing considerably better than it had been. There is no problem. Right now, I don’t see any need to abort the baby, nor do I recommend it. As long as she maintains regular prenatal checkups and a healthy diet, everything will be fine.”

My mother started to tear up with joy. Instantly, she clasped her hands together in a gesture of gratitude to the Moon Goddess for bestowing her blessings onto Sylvia and the baby.

Meanwhile, my father thanked the doctor over and over again.

“But why did Sylvia faint? Is there anything wrong with her body?” I asked just before the doctor was about to leave.

The doctor wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, “I’m not sure. According to the test results, Miss Todd’s body is completely healthy and normal. Maybe it’s because she had violent mood swings? Maybe she was too excited or nervous that her body just couldn’t handle it. Did something happen before she fainted?”

I was so guilty. Damn it! I shouldn’t have made such a proposal. It must have scared Sylvia.

It was Omar’s idea. It was all his fault.

“Hey, hey, didn’t you come up with that idea first? I just helped you plan it! I told you to take Sylvia to a fire balloon to propose, but you thought it was too tacky. I bet Sylvia would have been totally cool with your proposal if you’d just listened to me.” Omar’s voice resounded in my head.

I ignored him and asked the doctor to take me to Sylvia’s ward. When the others heard that Sylvia was fine, they all left to give me and Sylvia some privacy.

In the ward, Sylvia was still unconscious.

I sat beside the bed, tucked her in, and bent over to k**s her forehead. I felt so sorry and bad for her.

Then I reached for the box in my pocket and tried to slip the ring on Sylvia’s finger.

Unexpectedly, Sylvia turned over at this time, clutching the quilt in her hand. She was sleeping so soundly.

I chuckled and instead set the ring box on the bedside table. Caressing her hair, I said softly, “Did my proposal scare you? I pulled an all-nighter in planning that. I just wanted to give you an unforgettable proposal, and I didn’t mean to frighten you. I’m so sorry.”

After that, I gave Sylvia a soft peck on the cheek and gazed at her lovingly. My desire to lock her up with me grew stronger the more I looked at her.

No, I had to stop thinking about it.

I made a conscious effort to relax. The beast in my heart was about to go crazy again.

I raked my scalp angrily. It was then I realized that the tape on the back of Sylvia’s hand seemed to have loosened. The needle might slip out of her skin and injure her. When I was about to call the nurse in, my phone rang.

I hung up without hesitation. But the phone rang shortly afterward as if it was pleading with me to pick it up.

I had no choice but to leave the room to answer it.