Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1040

Crystal’s POV:

Several small Gothic structures surrounded the enormous pink-blue castle that housed the royal kindergarten. Along with that, a spacious part of the lawn served as a playground.

I followed Rufus all the way to the gate of the castle. When I walked in, I saw Beryl who sported two pigtails. She had her hands on her waist while fiercely staring at a boy who was at least a head taller than her.

The boy was a little chubby. He stared back at Beryl defiantly.

Angry, Beryl demanded, “Apologize to me!” Her frail, childlike voice almost cracked.

“No!” A smirk spread across the little boy’s face as he reached out to grab Beryl by her pigtail.

When Beryl’s pigtail was yanked out of place, she became even more enraged. She snatched the boy’s arm and bit it.

Seeing that the two kids were about to grapple with each other, Rufus and I quickly stepped forward to stop them.

As soon as Beryl saw Rufus, she threw herself into his arms and sobbed, “Daddy, my strawberry hair band was broken,”

Beryl said as she spread out her soft, beautiful hand.

On it was a broken strawberry hair band.

Rufus scooped her up and comforted in a soft voice, “Baby Beryl, don’t cry. Daddy will buy you another one. How about a bunny one, okay?”

Beryl sobbed and said reluctantly, “Okay. Bunny is not bad.”

Looking at Beryl’s tearful smile, I breathed a sigh of relief. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the chubby boy trying to sneak away. I quickly grabbed his hood and said seriously, “You can’t just run away after doing something wrong.”

Evidently nervous and a little uneasy, the young boy stuttered, “I didn’t do anything wrong. Everyone here does this kind of thing. You can ask them if you don’t believe me.”

The little boy pointed at the stairway not far away. I followed his finger and saw a group of boys watching and evidently enjoying this ruckus. Hearing the little boy’s words, those boys immediately dispersed, leaving behind only a scrawny one squatting on the ground, eyes bloodshot.

His hair was in a mess, and several red marks were on his face. His necktie was crooked. It was obvious that someone pulled it with brute f0rce.

Both Rufus and I exchanged glances and we immediately understood what was going on.

Such incidence of bullying almost happened everywhere, even in kindergarten.

Frustrated, Beryl said, “They treated Firman very badly and took his bread. I felt angry so I helped Firman. But there were too many of them. I couldn’t take on them alone.”

“Humph! It’s none of your business. A sinner’s son doesn’t deserve fresh bread,” the little boy next to me mumbled.

I frowned and raised my head to ask Rufus, “A sinner’s son? Who are Firman’s parents?”

“His father is Richard, and his mother is Lucy,” Rufus said lightly.

It suddenly dawned on me that no wonder the thin boy resembled Lucy. And he was probably admitted to the royal kindergarten because his father was Prince Richard.

Although Richard was banned for the rest of his life, his son was innocent. Firman deserved his rights. But his privileges brought by the identity as Richard’s son might not be a good thing for him. Most importantly, Firman’s biological father was Kyle, not Richard.

However, Rufus had apparently forgotten this, as he had permitted Firman to attend the same school as the other children of noble families.

“Where is his mother now?” I inquired nonchalantly, acting as though I didn’t know Lucy.

“After giving birth to Firman, Lucy has been living in a secluded area of the imperial palace to raise him alone. She seldom goes out.”

“Oh, alright.” I nodded and refrained from asking any more questions. I thought that I should ask

Laura where Lucy was staying so that I could avoid that place in the future. I didn’t want Lucy to recognize me.

Beryl’s anger hadn’t subsided, and she was still muttering about how she wished she could punish the chubby boy.

But Rufus didn’t allow her to do anything reckless. He held Beryl tightly and comfort her for a while. Then he punished the chubby boy to go back to the classroom and wrote the kindergarten rules twenty times or else he wouldn’t be let out of class.

The chubby boy pouted. He was not reconciled, but he did not dare to resist. After all, he really did something wrong.

When the other boys heard what happened to the fat kid, they hid even more. They were too afraid to even poke their heads out.