Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

(Crystal’s POV)

When I heard that Beryl had woken up, I practically jumped out of bed. “Beryl’s awake?! Let’s go see her!”

Rufus smiled at me happily. We both got dressed.

“I’ll tell Beryl that you’re her father. She’ll be thrilled!” I said excitedly as I straightened Rufus’ collar.

Now that I had explained everything to Rufus, the two children had a right to know who their father was.

Although both Arron and Beryl had already started calling Rufus “Daddy”, I still needed to tell them the truth.

Especially Arron, he had been looking forward to meeting his father for so long. Now, his father was right in front of him, and I could finally talk about our past in front of them without worries.

Rufus smiled and pinched my cheek. “If you say so. But even if you didn’t tell me, I already viewed them as my children before.”

I held his h*and and rubbed the back of his palm lovingly. “That’s different.”

With a gentle look on his face, Rufus lowered his head and planted a k*iss on my forehead. “I’m so happy we’ll finally get to be a family.”

I stood on tiptoe to k*iss him back. “Come on. Beryl’s waiting for us.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Could you push me?” I asked, glancing at the wheelchair beside the bed. Although I could walk, I couldn’t walk that fast.

“I’ll just carry you to the car.”

Without hesitation, Rufus scooped me into his arms and carried me to his car. A few minutes later, we pulled into the palace of the lycan king.

The whole palace was brightly lit and heavily guarded.

Rufus carried me out of the car. He didn’t put me down until we arrived at the hall.

H*and in h*and, we slowly walked inside the elevator, which took us to the third floor.

As soon as the elevator doors slid open, I saw a group of doctors discussing something in the lounge by the hall.

As soon as the doctors saw us, they all stood up. Strangely, they didn’t congratulate us on Beryl’s resuscitation.

Instead, they all exchanged embarrassed glances.

I instinctively raised my head to look at Rufus, only to find that his face was cold and his jaw tightened. He must have also sensed that something was wrong.

“Beryl’s awake, isn’t she? How is she now?” Rufus walked to them with me and went straight to the point.

The doctors hemmed and hawed, but no one gave him a straight answer.

Feeling uneasy, I tightened my grip on Rufus’ h*and.

“Is she awake or not? Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” Rufus asked coldly, his brows furrowed tight. He looked so intimidating that the doctors all lowered their heads.

One of the senior doctors finally stepped forward and said, “It’s true; Beryl’s awake. There’s nothing wrong with her physically, and she seems to have regained her memory.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I frowned at them and asked, “So what’s the problem?”

“Well…” The doctor faltered weakly. “Although Beryl’s awake, we have a feeling that something is wrong, but we can’t tell what exactly. You can see her for yourself.”

Rufus and I didn’t ask any more questions. We walked straight past the group of doctors and went to Beryl’s room.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest from anxiety. The moment I saw Beryl, I immediately knew what was wrong.

She was sitting on the bed with a little stuffed toy bear in her arms. When she heard the sound of us coming in, she slowly turned her head and looked at us with dull eyes, as though she was sizing us up.

Rufus also instinctively knew that something was terribly wrong. He grabbed my wrist to stop me from getting any closer.

“Baby Beryl?” I called her tentatively.

Beryl narrowed her eyes and looked at me weirdly.

For some reason, I somehow felt a chill.

Beryl was wearing a white nightgown. Her golden brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, framing her expressionless face.

She looked like a child on the outside, but the gloom in her eyes was like that of a grown up. It was just so strange.