Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 215

Sylvia’s POV:

I took Warren’s phone from him and browsed through the school forum. The whole page was about this matter. I clicked on a post with the most comments.

There were several pictures attached to the post. The figures in the photo were blurry and their faces couldn’t be seen clearly, but the netizens were relentless. They could determine it was me just by a few pixelated pictures and some leading descriptions.

“She looks like a dominatrix. I’m sure she’s like this in private.”

“Do you have her phone number? I want to ask her out.”

“I don’t know how many men she has slept with. Maybe she has all kinds of STDs!”

“Oh, my God! The Royal Military School’s name is stained by her!”

“Disgusting! The filthy slave should be expelled from the school!”

I scrolled all the way to the bottom of the post. There were endless comments filled with obscenities and hatred.

There was nothing I could say to defend myself, because the she-wolf in the pictures was really me. Even if I tried to explain that I had been drugged and set up, no one would believe me.

“Sylvia, are you okay?” Flora pulled at my sleeve cautiously. “Don’t read the comments. They’re all bullshit.”

I didn’t answer her. Even I couldn’t describe how I felt. It was said that rumors were more vicious than a werewolf’s claws. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected to get involved in some scandalous rumor and become the focus of public opinion. Their words were like sharp arrows, shooting at my chest without mercy.

“What if we asked Rufus for help? He must have the power to close the forum,” Warren suggested hesitantly.

“We can’t let Rufus see this! Don’t you think things are bad enough?” Flora shook her head and clucked her tongue at Warren.

Pursing my lips, I returned the phone to Warren with trembling hands. “Let’s just wait and see. My mind is in a mess right now, and I don’t want to act rashly.”

Warren took the phone back and browsed through the forum himself, looking quite distressed.

“Sylvia, don’t mind them. They know nothing.” Flora threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly.

All of a sudden, Warren gasped in surprise. “The forum is closed!”

“What?! Let me see!” Flora leaned over and pulled Warren’s hand to get a good look at his phone screen. “It really is closed!”

I smiled bitterly. “It seems that Rufus already saw it.”

“Sylvia, maybe things aren’t that bad…” Flora seemed to want to say something more but then stopped on second thought. She looked like she didn’t know how to comfort me.

“Rufus is a reasonable man,” Warren added feebly. Scratching his head awkwardly, he glanced at Flora. “Right?”

Flora simply rolled her eyes and ignored him.

I forced a smile at them. “I want to be alone, okay? I need some space.”

“Say no more. We’ll go for a walk outside. Call me if you need anything!”

As she spoke, Flora dragged Warren away.

I closed the door behind them and fell into a daze. My mind was an absolute mess and I had no idea what to do.

“My dear, don’t be sad. The netizens don’t know what they’re talking about,” Yana said gently in an effort to comfort me.

I sighed. “Honestly, I don’t care what they think about me. I’ve been looked down upon ever since my mother was executed, so I’m used to this kind of thing. But I do care about what Rufus thinks. What if he hates me because of this rumor?”

“Sylvia, if you think like that, you don’t understand Rufus’ love for you at all,” Yana said in a serious tone. “He isn’t that kind of man. Haven’t you realized this after spending so much time with him the past few weeks? Rufus loves you wholeheartedly, but you don’t trust him enough.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust him. I’m just scared of losing him,” I explained incoherently, throwing my hands in the air helplessly. “When you have something so wonderful, you can’t imagine what it’ll be like to lose it. I admit that I have an inferiority complex. Whenever I encounter stuff like this, my first reaction is to fear. But it doesn’t matter if others try to hurt me. That I can endure. But now that I have Rufus, I can’t help but always worry that I’ll lose him someday.”

“I know how you feel, Sylvia. Now calm down and call Rufus,” Yana suggested.

“I…” I faltered.

“What’s with the hesitation? Rufus always supports you.”