Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince Chapter 722

Sylvia’s POV:

That evening, Rufus actually took me to the mourning hall where Leonard’s body had been placed. Alina was not there.

I didn’t know how Rufus had made her leave, and I didn’t care about it anymore. I was just happy she wasn’t here to disgust me again.

“I’ll be outside. Call me if you need anything.”

Rufus considerately gave me some time alone and left to guard the door.

After the door shut, I slowly made my way to the bed where the corpse was placed.

The cosmetician had already fixed Leonard’s face and body. Except for the pale blue hue of his skin, he looked the same as before.

I stared at his body, my mind going blank.

I’d thought I would be a crying mess, but it seemed that I had already shed all my tears before.

At this moment, I felt a faint burning sensation on my chest. It was because of the pendant I’d worn before leaving the hospital.

The pink pendant got progressively hotter until it turned a deep rose-red color.

I knew that when I put some distance between Leonard and me, the pendant would become light pink again.

Originally, I had only intended to keep the pendant and look at it when I missed him. But I hadn’t expected it to work even after he was gone.

Tears streamed down my face again. I felt an overwhelming sadness as I thought about what had happened between Leonard and me.

If I had only know earlier that he was my father.

Then I would have spent more time with him.

I would have cherished the special training he had given me.

After sobbing for a while, I wiped my tears. I opened the gift box I’d brought with me. It held a walking cane I’d made for him before. I wanted to give it to him after Alina’s wedding. But in the end, I couldn’t even see him one last time before he died.

With trembling hands, I gently placed the walking cane beside Leonard’s body and wrapped his hand around the handle. In a hoarse voice, I said, “Dad…”

I collapsed and burst into tears again before I could say my piece.

This was the first time, and probably the last time I would call him dad to his face.

I sobbed sorrowfully, and so did Yana.

Leaning over, I held Leonard’s body gently.

“This is the first hug between us as father and daughter. Dad, we will not get another chance in the future,” I laughed bitterly and muttered to myself.

Then I straightened my spine and removed a box of gardenia-flavored balm from my pocket. I put it next to the bed and said, “This is made from the gardenia flowers in your yard. You have always claimed that its scent is too strong, but it’s much better when made into scented balm. I intended to give it to you with the walking cane, but now…”

I choked on my words, unable to continue anymore.

I deeply regretted not finding out the truth earlier. I even foolishly thought Edwin was my father.

I shared so many similarities with Leonard, but I always assumed them to be a coincidence. I was so hopelessly stupid.

But it was pointless to regret it now. I had lost him forever. Maybe this was God’s will.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to get my emotions under control.

At this moment, a familiar chill enveloped me again.

The candles in the hall began flickering. There was no breeze, but the flames of the candles were swaying. It was extremely strange.

I wasn’t surprised though. I just got to my feet serenely, turned around, and spoke into the empty room, “Show yourself, Noreen. I know you are here.”