Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 410

Sylvia’s POV:

Edwin didn’t add anything important. He just admitted that he mistook me for someone else.

“Who did you mistake her for?” Leonard asked, raising his eyebrows. “I’m sure I know everyone you know.”

Hearing his words, something struck me, and I answered, “Edwin and I were talking about my mother, Olivia Todd. Did you also know her?”

Leonard frowned and contemplated for a while. Then he shook his head and said, “No.”

He looked at Owen in confusion. “Did you know Sylvia’s mother?”

Owen monotonously said, “No.”

“When did you meet her?” Leonard turned his attention back to Edwin.

Edwin coughed and seemed a little embarrassed. “We met in a battle.”

“Which battle? Then I must know her too.” Leonard was even more perplexed. “I have fought every battle beside you. Why don’t I have any memory of this?”

Edwin hesitated for a moment. Finally, he was left with no choice but to say, “The B***d Moon Battle, when we attacked the second vampire king.”

Leonard pondered and asked, “The B***d Moon Battle? Didn’t that take place over a decade ago?”

“Yeah,” Edwin replied with an inscrutable expression on his face.

“I remember there being such a battle, but I just can’t recall the details.” After thinking for a while, Leonard still couldn’t seem to recollect anything. “I’m really old. I’ve forgotten many events.”

“It was not an important battle. Forget it,” Edwin advised.

Unwilling to give up, Leonard sighed, “Why do I have such a poor memory now? I have forgotten numerous things from the past.”

“That’s normal. I’m the same as you. I once called Warren in the middle of the night to wish him a happy birthday on the wrong day,” Owen echoed with a chuckle.

I couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of me. I finally knew who Warren had taken after.

Leonard sneered in disgust, “That’s different. You’re suffering from Alzheimer’s disease.”

Owen touched his nose and casually said, “I’m old. It’s normal for me to have Alzheimer’s disease. But it’s just an occasional lapse. It’s better than memory decline and failing to remember anything like what you’re having.”

The topic was quickly diverted from the battle and my mother. The three kidults refused to be outdone by each other. They insisted on competing with each other and figuring out who had the better memory.

In the end, Rufus stood up to bring an end to this crazy scene.

It was getting late. The three kidults also got to their feet and said goodbye to us.

Rufus took me to the army. I followed him absent-mindedly, my gut telling me that something was wrong. Both Edwin’s attitude of avoidance and Lena’s shocked eyes had left a deep impression in my mind.