The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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I immediately looked for Richard worriedly. He was curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing like a child with tears and snot all over his face. I had no idea what Rufus had done to him, but there were no visible signs of injury other than a light nosebleed.

I cleared my throat and signaled at my confidant to give Richard a handkerchief to wipe his bleeding nose.

Rufus looked up at me calmly and explained, "Don't worry. I didn't beat him. His nose is bleeding only because he hit the corner of the table when he cowered in fear."

I coughed awkwardly and looked away, pretending not to care. "Well, I said it was up to you, so I won't comment."

Rufus didn't say anything. Instead, he gestured at his subordinates to take Richard away.

My younger son was completely scared out of his wits. He neither resisted nor argued when Rufus' men grabbed him. He was like a puppet that had gone limp. When he passed by me, he looked at me blankly, not even calling me father.

Seeing this, my heart ached. It was not that I didn't want to help him, but that he had made too many unforgivable mistakes.

Not daring to look at him any longer, I tore my gaze away from him.

men took

couldn't help but look at

are you going to do with

and said, "Nothing too harsh. Just life imprisonment. He can't leave his residence without my permission for the

ran down my spine. Richard was never willing to be alone. It was crueler to imprison him than

to go to the military school because he couldn't stand the idea

Richard was an extrovert. He had enjoyed making friends ever since

I frowned

that a prince should act like a

to go to military

bureaucratic tone, but he also learned to act one way to my face and another behind my back. "Father, do you

say something, but in the end, no words

this was probably the best

imprisoned, all matters regarding him

kept glancing at Rufus. I wanted to apologize to him, but I felt

whole process. Occasionally, he'd talk about