Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 1275
Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince
(Crystalâs POV)
Laura was confused. She glanced at the children to make sure they couldnât hear us. Then she turned to face me and said in a low voice, âCrystal, is it because Beryl had forgot about you once that youâve been treating her strangely? If youâve got something against her, let her stay with me. I donât want Beryl to get hurt.â
I felt terrible and tried to explain helplessly, âHow could I have anything against my own daughter? Berylâs my baby, my dearest sweetheart. I love her so much.â
âThen why are you so mean to her?â Laura looked even more confused. She pulled me into the other room to make sure the little ones couldnât eavesdrop.
âI know youâre a reasonable person, Crystal. You must have your own reasons for treating Beryl like that. By the way, I wanted to ask why you and Rufus came so late last night. I wanted to ask you about it last night, but I didnât because the children were also there.â
I was choked with sobs and couldnât say anything. I was afraid that Laura wouldnât be able to accept the possibility that Noreen was in Berylâs body, and that sheâd end up treating Beryl like a monster. After all, she hated Noreen so much.
Just then, a light cough interrupted our conversation.
We both turned to look in the direction of the sound, only to find Rufus walking towards us. He sighed and said to his mother, âLast night, Crystal and I went to the forbidden forest. Noreenâs corpse had turned to ashes.â
Lauraâs jaw went slack. âHow can that be? Noreenâs remains were indestructible!â
âYeah, they wereâbut not anymore. Rufus and I think that her soul has found shelter elsewhere,â I said grimly.
âWhat do you mean? Are you saying Noreenâs soul found a host?â Laura asked anxiously. Suddenly, it dawned on her. She looked at me in horror and asked in disbelief, âAre you saying sheâs in Berylâs body?!â
âYes, thatâs what we think,â Rufus nodded solemnly.
âThatâs impossible. How on earth could she do that? I didnât feel anything unusual with Berylâ¦â Laura seemed to find it hard to accept. In a daze, she looked at me and asked softly, âIs that why you treated Beryl like that last night?â
âYes. I was so worried that Beryl would try to hurt Arron, so I acted on impulse,â I explained with a heavy sigh, feeling powerless. Fortunately, after getting some rest, I felt calmer and more collected than last night.
âJust now, I thought of something. When Lucy kidnapped Beryl and took her to the forbidden forest, Beryl was wounded and bleeding. I think her b***d happened to seep into the ground where Noreen was buried, so Noreen used that as an opportunity to possess Beryl.â
âHow on earth is she that powerful?â Laura sounded scared and anxious, but she was still a little skeptical. âBut Beryl has been acting normalâexcept when she just woke up. And Arron is her twin brother. If there was something wrong with her, he shouldâve noticed.â
âArronâs only five years old. Even if he sensed that something was wrong, heâd just think that his sister was still recovering from her coma,â I said softly.
Although soul parasitism sounded totally outrageous, it made sense if Noreen was the one doing it.
Noreen was a powerful black witch, so it was very likely that she had used some forbidden spell on her body before she died. She decided to make a comeback when the time was right.
Laura was speechless. She grimaced and pressed her fingers against her temples, as though she had a pounding headache.
âI didnât want to believe it either. It wasnât until I saw the weird smile on Berylâs face that I was convinced that Noreen was in fact using Berylâs body.â Speaking of this, I couldnât help but feel a little pissed off. Noreen was really getting on my nerves.
Obviously, she had provoked me on purpose. She just wanted to see me suffer. âWait a second.â Laura suddenly raised her head and looked at us seriously.
âI remember that Beryl wasnât wounded when Lucy kidnapped her. You and Rufus, on the other hand, were both injured. Could the b***d that seeped into Noreenâs tomb be yours, not Berylâs?â