Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 263

Richard’s POV:

As I followed my father into the manor, it was already quiet, as if the whole place was empty.

I felt my chest tighten. Did Rufus already kill Lucy and leave?

I continued to walk up the stairs with my father, but my heart was already heavy. Ever since I heard of Rufus’ secret, I had changed my mind. All I could hope now was for the baby in Lucy’s womb to be born safely and become my father’s first grandchild. That would give me more chances of taking the throne. However, if Lucy were still alive, she would definitely tell on what I had done to her. After all, we had fallen out with each other completely.

The whole journey, I had also been thinking of this problem. By the time my father and I had arrived at Lucy’s room, I still hadn’t come up with a solution in my head. I decided to just play by ear. To my surprise, the room was empty. No dead body of Lucy’s.

“Look, next door!” my father shouted, seeing the half collapsed wall, and immediately ran toward it.

I followed closely behind. As soon as we passed through the broken wall, we saw two wolves escaping through the window. Instantly, I recognized those to be the wolves of Sylvia and Rufus.

I rushed to the window and was able to see Sylvia’s wolf as it fell with its back still facing the ground, holding tightly Rufus’ wolf in her arms. When we locked eyes with each other, she did not hesitate to glare coldly at me.

Damn it! How dared she, a slave, glare at me? In my anger, I kicked at the broken chair near my feet. Pieces of the chair flew out and almost hit my father’s leg.

Slightly embarrassed, I calmed down and focused on the task at hand, putting on an anxious expression. “I didn’t see Lucy with them. I’m worried about her.”

My father snorted without even looking at me. He then ordered his men to chase after Sylvia and Rufus, following downstairs himself.

When he was far enough, I kicked the chair again. Damn it!

I felt like I was about to explode. I needed to do whatever it took to kill Sylvia and Rufus today.

Diego entered and reported, “We didn’t find Lucy anywhere.”

“Keep searching. Expand the scope and search outside the villa. Don’t let every corner go unsearched.”

“Yes, sir.”

While we were going upstairs a while ago, I had some observations about the surroundings. All the way from the room to the stairs, there were b***d stains on the walls.

When I saw Sylvia just now, she looked intact and unhurt. It seemed unlikely she was the one who was bleeding. It could only mean that the b***d was Lucy’s. I was glad enough that Lucy was able to escape the scene on her own, despite being severely injured. If my father found her first, then I would be in great danger.

No matter what, I had to find Lucy first before my father’s men did. I would still have the chance to keep Lucy from telling the truth.

“Wait.” I stopped Diego. I ordered him in a low voice, “As soon as you find her, take her back and don’t let anyone else know. Wait for me. And also… Try your best to keep her alive.”

“What if she doesn’t cooperate?” Diego asked.

“Then kill her,” I sneered. It was just a baby. I could have another one sooner or later anyway. Besides, the baby in her belly was fathered by another bastard anyway.

Without hesitating about my command, I headed down the stairs.

When I arrived downstairs, I saw the soldiers surrounding something in the lawn. It was Sylvia, holding Rufus in her arms. What was most surprising to me was that Rufus had seemed to return to his human form and was sound asleep.

I headed over to my father, looking quietly at Rufus. Aside from some bruises, he looked completely normal. There was no sign of madness on him.

How could this be? Hadn’t I used enough of the drug? How could he recover so soon? Mateo even said the drug’s effects could last for one day and one night. There was no antidote for it either.

But here Rufus was, perfectly normal again. Our father didn’t witness Rufus killing anyone. Lucy probably even survived. My fail-proof plan had almost completely failed. All because of this damned slave.

I gave Sylvia a cold look. At first I thought I didn’t mind sparing her life, but now I thought differently.