Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 675

Alina’s POV:

The woman was Camil, the maid I drove away before. Her timidity disappeared without a trace, and she now looked at me as a smile slowly came to her lips. “Miss Quinn.”

As if sensing that I was about to lose my temper, she turned around and in that split second, she morphed her face into a somewhat rough man. Another fleeting second passed and she mimicked the face of my deceased mother and said in the same serious voice, “Alina, are you going to admit defeat? Are you going to allow yourself to be trampled by a lowly she-wolf? Are you really going to take it lying down?”

Along with the shock of how fast she could alter her facial features was the terror that hit me as I saw my late mother’s face. I fell to the ground. “Who the hell are you?”

The woman strode over, still wearing the exact same face as my mother’s. She squatted beside me and said gently, “You just need to know that everything I said is true.”

I looked at the woman’s face in a daze and was able to fool myself into thinking that my mother had really come back to me.

“Tell me, why did you come to me today?” Facing the counterfeit of my mother’s face, I tried to calm myself down. I had naturally revered my mother since I was a child, and I held onto it until now, even if the person in front of me was not really her.

“I told you. I just want you to know the truth.”

“Really? Can it really be that uncomplicated?” I simply didn’t believe that she had no ulterior motives. Judging from her black cloak, I reasoned that she should be a witch. I couldn’t shrug off the doubts I had over her. None of the witches I had seen was good, and the one in front of me was definitely no exception. She must be up to something. Why else would she come to me?

The woman in black raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a strange smile. “Do you think I have other intentions? Alright. You can help me K*ll Sylvia, then.”

What she said was ridiculous! “If I could K*ll her, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time doing nothing, and we certainly wouldn’t have been having this conversation right now.”

Although Sylvia seemed to be arrogant and aloof, she was more ruthless than anyone else. It was just impossible to get into that thick skin of hers. I had suffered more than I could handle when I was in the capital city. What else would this witch dish out for me? The woman took my words as a jest and ignored my remarks. She took out a milky white gem pendant and handed it to me.

“This is a gemstone that will be helpful in recognizing a relative. The gemstone will turn pale pink once b***d is dripped on it. It will feel hot if the one who is b***d related to the owner appears within one meter from the gemstone. You don’t believe that Sylvia is your father’s another daughter, right? Find a way to get Sylvia’s b***d to activate this gem pendant. If you get close to your father and the gem pendant feels hot, that’s enough proof that they are related by b***d.”

Holding the pendant, I was a little confused. “Why should I believe you? Do you seriously think that I would do whatever you say? Do you want me to believe that witchcraft can outdo modern technology now? You probably take me for a fool!”

I closed my eyes and threw the pendant back to her. I didn’t want to see my mother’s face anymore. That was the only thing that would help her persuade me into doing what she wanted.

She laughed with disdain, mocking me. “This is the first time that someone doubts my witchcraft. You really are an arrogant little fool. No wonder your father doesn’t like you. You’re as inanimate as a doorknob.”

“Between us, you’re the one who’s stupid! It’s just magic. Everyone can do it!”

All it would take was a small push, and I’d be breaking down after knowing such shocking news. I was unwilling to accept the cruel truth. To keep my tears from falling, I took the tissue on the table and turned it into a real rose.

The woman scoffed. “Boring.”

“If it’s boring, then why did you change yourself into a rose as well?” I snorted, trying to throw more insult at her than she did at me. The witch must be going soft in the head.

A gr0@n escaped her throat. The giant rose bent down and looked down at me. At first glance, it looked creepy as it hovered over me. Its gaze bore into mine and lingered for a while.

Before I could react, the giant rose turned human again. It seemed she was disappointed by my reaction.

The woman threw the pendant back to me and said in a cold tone, “Anyway, I’ve told you the truth. It’s already your problem whether to believe it or not, and so is the courage in verifying what I told you. Sylvia recognized your father using the same pendant. Hide it well and don’t let her see that you have it too.”,