Sylvia's POV:

Noreen was even delighted when she realized I was distressed. "Shouldn't you be more concerned with Prince Rufus, given his situation? Have you found a way to deal with the curse on him?"

"Why? Do you know how to lift the curse? And even if you do, are you even willing to tell me?" I gave Noreen a frigid glance. I knew what she was up to. She was like a wicked fisherman, manipulating us in her hands like little fishes.

Perhaps her actions had no significant meaning than merely satisfying her own wickedness. She seemed to simply take pleasure in our suffering.

With a chuckle, Noreen pulled a tiny jar from her sleeve and tossed it to me. "Have a look."

I just stared at her intently and didn't bother to open the jar.

nor take you away again. The only way to deal with the curse on Rufus is in that jar." A smirk

a snort. Without hesitation, I opened the lid and saw a white and almost

this one..." Noreen paused for a moment and

threw the jar back to her. "I don't believe you. You're probably plotting to

with this bug, I was

had a nagging suspicion that Noreen was just too idle. That was

I just wanted to help you, but you obviously disregarded my kindness. Sylvia, you are just like your mother. You are

I averted my gaze and refused to engage in further conversation with her. I was

moments of silence, Noreen's voice returned to its normal pitch. She tossed the tiny jar back to me and whispered, "You shouldn't quickly reject my help. I believe that it might

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