The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Even after eating, Beryl still refused to let me touch her. She flat-out rejected my attempts to even grasp her hand. The moment I touched her, she began crying.

Eventually, I gave up and didn't get close to her anymore. Instead, I sat on the couch and watched her talk to her father.

Frustrated, I took out my phone and saw a voice message from Harry. He sent it about two hours ago.

When I clicked on the voice message, I heard a young boy's voice saying, "Mommy, I miss you." As a result of being surprised, I immediately turned the volume down. Both Beryl and Rufus turned to me as soon as they heard the sound. When I saw how the two nearly identical faces grimaced at the same time, I felt a strange pang of remorse.

I let out a dry laugh and was about to say something, but Rufus bent his head and resumed his conversation with Beryl, as if he didn't want to talk to me.

I touched my nose and felt even the air around us felt awkward.

Beryl and Rufus were engaged in a paper-folding game. Although Rufus wasn't exactly in a cheerful mood, he patiently accompanied her anyhow.

for one. I'm aware that sometimes, I might not be able to provide them the comfort and dependence they needed from a

felt guilty about it. After this incident, I realized how inadequate I was as a mother. Beryl

sniffed and did my best to hide my grief. I was afraid that Beryl wouldn't talk to me anymore. Sᴇaʀch

Perhaps in the next days she will feel better and remember you," Rufus said

a while there, I just buried my head down between my knees and refused to acknowledge his

you take Beryl home

I won't make any noise. I will be quiet. Please Daddy, don't drive me

Beryl interrupted her father.

raise my head and glare

If you have

anger welled up inside of me, and I let out a snort directed at Rufus while clenching my teeth. Just how did this evil man manage to win

had become extremely attached to Rufus-a man she had

couldn't help but feel envious as I watched Beryl settle in Rufus' embrace and sweetly call him "Daddy." Before she lost her memory, Beryl wasn't quite so dependent and clingy to me. But look at

for her to be really attached to me,