Chapter 352


    Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight


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    Chapter 352 Mother and Son


    Rufus’ POV:


    “Rufus, I’ve actually thought about what you’ve just said.” My mother’s anger suddenly dissipated and


    she just sighed sadly.


    I didn’t say anything. I just looked at her wrinkled, fragile face and couldn’t help but feel a hint of


    bitterness in my heart.


    Once upon a time, my mother was a soft-hearted, kind woman. But time had hardened her into a


    sharp, heartless woman who pushed those closest to her away. Our rtionship grew more and more


    strained as the years went by.


    I had known that she was dissatisfied with Richard. In the past two years especially, she and Richard


    were like fire and water, unable to even be in the same room together.


    As for her rtionship with my father, they were on and off. As soon as they’d get close to each other,


    one way or another, they’d drift away. They always quarreled. I rarely saw them affectionate with each


    other, unlike before. I knew this was taking a toll on her heart, but I also knew that there was no one


    who could solve this problem but herself.


    “Mother, I know you just want what’s best for me, but I hope you’ll stop interfering. You want Alina to be


    my wife, but I’m telling you now that it’s never going to happen. Sylvia’s the one for me. I’ll only love her


    for the rest of my days.” I made myself clear once more.


    While it would’ve been great if my mother epted Sylvia, it didn’t matter if she didn’t. Worst case


    scenario, the two could just avoid each other in the future.


    Something seemed to ur to my mother. She smiled bitterly and said, “Your father said the same


    thing when he proposed to me. But look at what happened. He still cheated on me and, not long after


    you were born, he brought a disgusting bastard child to me.”


    After saying that, her energy seemed to drain and she let out a long sigh. Her voice was weary and


    helpless, as if she had lost the thing, she held most dear. Her once fiery eyes now only had embers.


    “Rufus, you’re my pride and joy. Every mother wished the best for her child. Love did nothing for me in


    this life. I can’t allow the same thing to happen to you. You have to understand that I’m doing this to


    secure your future.”


    Her stubborn words made me sigh helplessly.


    I didn’t know how to tell my mother that all her nning had been useless. Her lifetime of efforts had


    be a mere joke since the moment I was cursed.


    Seeing her so fragile, I couldn’t help but walk over to her and hug her. “I know, Mom.”


    She was stunned. After a long while, she hugged me back gently. “Rufus, we haven’t been this close in


    a while now. Ever since you were past a certain age, you’ve rarely visited me here.”


    My heart sank. When I was young, she used to hug me like this,forting me gently and loving me


    with all her heart. Now, we both were no longer young, yet she still carried a heavy burden on her frail


    shoulders. “Mom, I promise I won’t let Richard take the throne. He will never get what he wants.”


    I felt my mother’s b*ody stiffen, but she didn’t say anything.


    “So please don’t worry, Mom. I’ll take care of everything, okay?” I pulled away to look her in the eye


    seriously. “It’s just like you said. I’m your pride and joy. So, you should trust me.”


    She looked back at me with aplicated expression. She seemed to want to say something, but in


    the end, she couldn’t get a word out of her mouth.


    Finally, she simply sighed and waved her hand dismissively, wordlessly asking me to leave.


    “Get some rest, Mom.”


    After I left her ce, I felt conflicted.


    For some reason, it had never urred to me how old my parents had gotten until this moment. Why


    would they spend more than half their lives clinging to something so stubbornly?


    My father was obsessed with the bloodline, while my mother could never admit defeat. No matter how


    stubbornly they clung to their beliefs, they would turn into dust and ashes in the end.


    As I pondered over this, I quickened my pace. I wanted to see Sylvia as soon as possible. Maybe I was


    no different from them. My parents both held onto their own opinions, while I was also stubborn when it


    came to Sylvia.