Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 549

Rufus’ POV:

Geoffrey said that Noreen had showed up at the border a month ago, which coincided with the time my men found traces of her here.

It seemed that Geoffrey wasn’t lying. Now, I wanted to know the specific whereabouts of Noreen.

But Geoffrey kept claiming that he didn’t know where Noreen was.

In the end, we had no choice but to give up and leave.

“Maybe Geoffrey really has no idea,” Sylvia said in a low voice as we walked out of the dungeon.

“Well, then I have to find another way to find out where she is.” I sighed and reached for her hand.

Sylvia also sighed. She looked a little depressed. “Don’t you think it’s strange, Rufus? When we interrogated Geoffrey just now, he firmly believed that he was in the right and that he did everything to protect this place.”

“There’s more than one way to protect this place, but he used the most extreme and twisted one. Perhaps he had good intentions at the beginning, but as time went by, he did everything to feed his ambition. The lives of ordinary citizens were nothing in his eyes. Geoffrey has already been blinded by his selfish interests. Think about those who died in the riot. No matter what happens, he deserves what’s coming to him,” I said calmly.

Sylvia looked at me hesitantly. Biting her lower l*p, she finally relented and told me what Felix had said about my father.

“How much do you think the king knows? How much of this was his fault?”

I didn’t respond. Honestly, I was also worried that my father was involved. I didn’t know what my father would do to Geoffrey after we returned to the capital.

Earlier on, I didn’t call my father for help because Geoffrey was monitoring all communication lines. It was also because I was afraid that he was involved somehow.

And if he really was involved, things would be even more complicated than I had thought.

In the end, Geoffrey could be released without charges.

“The border is so far away. Maybe your father really didn’t receive any letters and messages. Besides, messages from the border could only be delivered indirectly. Maybe the information was warped by the time it reached him,” Sylvia suggested, although she didn’t look so convinced. She seemed to be worried that I’d feel bad, so she spoke in my father’s defense.

I smiled at her bitterly. “I hope that’s the case.”

My father had always loved his people. He might not have been an excellent father, but he was an excellent emperor.

He had been in office for so many years and there was little to no complaints about him among the public.

In fact, my first reaction was to doubt that he had turned a blind eye to the poor werewolves at the border.

But now, it seemed impossible either that my father had never caught wind about what was happening at the border over the years.

The werewolf race was under the regime of centralism. As the supreme king of the empire, my father had to control the power of all the packs.

He would never be blinded by false information.

It was not easy to hide anything from him, let alone something that had been brewing for so many years.

“Let’s talk about it after we get back to the imperial capital. I’ll find out about just how much my father knew then,” I said calmly.

As soon as I finished speaking, I heard someone approaching us in a hurry. It was Leonard.

“You two are seriously misunderstanding Ethan this time.”