Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1267

(Crystal’s POV)

A hush fell over the room. It was so quiet, one could’ve heard a pin drop.

“Why would she call me that? She doesn’t even know about my real name,” I said in a daze. I couldn’t believe it. I had never mentioned anything about the past in front of my kids.

Could Beryl have seen a document with my real name on it? But that didn’t make sense. The name “Sylvia” and everything about me in the past had been wiped out. As far as my two children were concerned, Sylvia never existed. I was always Alpha Crystal to them.

Besides, Beryl had always called me “Mommy”. She had never even called me Crystal. So how could she call me Sylvia now?

“What the hell is going on?” Rufus’s expression darkened. He must have guessed something.

“I don’t think Beryl’s situation is as simple as we think,” Laura said seriously.

I tried to look for potential answers that could explain this irregularity. “Maybe Beryl overheard that name somewhere, so she kept it in mind until now…”

“Impossible. Beryl’s just a child. No matter how smart or bright she is, she’s still a five-year-old kid. Besides, knowing Beryl, she doesn’t like to hide anything. She can easily forget anything unimportant. How could she only bring up this name after waking up from a coma?” Rufus mused, and Laura nodded in agreement.

“I think we’d better err on the side of caution and observe her carefully.”

My head started to pound and I felt more and more uneasy. Although I hated to admit it, the likely reason behind Beryl’s strange behavior could only be witchcraft. “Let’s go and see what’s going on now,” Rufus suggested, reaching for my hand. Together, we walked out of the study and headed to Beryl’s room.

The buffet trolley had already been sent into Beryl’s room, and the table was covered with all kinds of delicious food. When Beryl saw us come back, she immediately jumped out of the bed and ran to me for a hug.

Despite the doubts in my mind, I forced a smile and accompanied her to the table. “Cheese sausage pizza!” Beryl clapped her hands excitedly.

I picked up a slice of pizza for her and asked tentatively, “Mommy has prepared some dessert for you. Guess what it is.”

Beryl’s cheeks bulged up. She asked slowly, “Is it… Mango milkshake?”

“Bingo! Your favorite shake!” I was relieved. This was indeed Beryl’s favorite dessert.

“Where’s my brother? Why isn’t he here yet? I miss him so much. I’ve kept a lot of treats for him and I want to share them with him!” There was some cheese on the corner of Beryl’s l*p, which made her look even cuter.

I picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, saying softly, “He’ll visit you later. You need to eat up and get some rest so that you’ll have the energy to play with him.”

Beryl nodded enthusiastically. “Okay! I’ll eat a lot!”

I smiled, picked up a piece of sausage, and put it on the plate with a duck-shaped pattern.

While Beryl was happily munching on her food, she noticed that Rufus had sat down next to her. “Da—”

I was confused. It seemed that she had wanted to call him Daddy, but stopped on second thought. “What’s wrong, Beryl?”

Rufus poured a glass of corn juice and put it in front of Beryl. He teased, “Yeah, Baby Beryl. What’s wrong?”

Beryl frowned and looked at Rufus a little shyly. “My brain finally remembers things. I’m sorry I called you ‘Daddy’ when you’re not my daddy at all.”

I put down my fork and looked at Beryl earnestly. “Honey, he is your daddy. You didn’t make a mistake. You can call him ‘Daddy’.”

Beryl pouted in confusion. “But Mommy, you said Daddy was dead. You said he was a hero who died in the war—that he was blown up into a million ashes!”

Rufus’s face darkened when he heard this.