Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 502

Sylvia’s POV:

“Do you have any other requests, my dear guest?” Hobson asked.

“No.”

The freedom to go around as I pleased satisfied me already.

Hobson nodded and gestured at me to continue eating.

Ignoring the meat, I settled for the bread and observed the vampires at the table quietly.

Everyone adhered to a strict dining etiquette. They were all good-looking, and they all wore the same cold expression.

They reminded me of Ashley, the beautiful vampire slave.

After mulling over it for a while, I tried to act as normal as possible and mentioned casually, “I found a name plate with the name ‘Ashley’ on it in the wardrobe. I wonder who she is.”

At the mention of this name, the scene froze instantly. Everyone stopped eating. It was very quiet, other than the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Only Hobson remained unfazed. He put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin and sighed, “Ashley was my youngest daughter. She unfortunately died young. The room you’re staying used to be hers.”

I was a little surprised. I had no idea that Ashley was a direct descendant of the Hobson Maurice.

“If you don’t like that room, you can ask Nicole to move you to another room.” It was clear that Hobson didn’t want to talk about Ashley.

“No need. I was just curious.” I didn’t ask any more questions, for fear of stirring up trouble.

The rest of the dinner went on in silence.

I continued eating my bread. I felt that even the water in this place had an indescribable fishy smell.

I sighed, missing the delicious food of the werewolves very much.

I wondered what Rufus was doing now. I really wanted to hug and k**s him.

A vampire dinner turned out to be a complicated affair. Everyone had to finish the food on their plate before the next dish was served. The meal lasted about an hour.

Finally, everyone finished the last course and dinner was over. Hobson asked the servant to clear all the plates on the table and serve me a dessert.

“It’s made of mango and cream. Don’t worry,” Hobson reassured me.

“I see. Thank you.”

“You’re most welcome.” Hobson sounded exhausted. His breathing was much weaker than earlier.

Before I could overthink things, the beautiful woman who had been silent this whole time suddenly stood up and walked to Hobson’s side. Then she wheeled him away.

Only then did I realize that Hobson was, in fact, sitting on a wheelchair instead of a chair. His legs were as thin as two withered branches.

This was definitely not caused by ordinary aging. There must’ve been an underlying reason.

Did the hiding of the Maurice clan have anything to do with Hobson’s old and fragile body?

Suppressing my shock, I dared not stare at him.

In an apologetic tone, Hobson excused himself. “Sorry, I have to leave now. If you need anything, just talk to Nicole.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

Then Hobson looked at his children and reminded them, “Don’t forget to show Miss Todd around. Ellis is an unstable girl. I’m worried she will offend the guest.”

I wasn’t sure if I was just imagining things, but I felt that Hobson’s words had a deeper meaning. Perhaps he was afraid I’d make my escape and thus arranged for more vampires to keep an eye on me.

The young men and women sitting at the table answered him respectfully.

Then the beautiful woman wheeled Hobson away.

As soon as Hobson was gone, these young vampires, who looked meek and respectful just now, dropped the act.

They all looked at me with hostility, especially Ellis. Her obedient expression was gone. In an aggressive tone, she demanded, “Have you seen Ashley?”