Chapter 722


    Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight


    Chapter 722 The First and Last Time


    Sylvia’s POV:


    That evening, Rufus actually took me to the mourning hall where Leonard’s b*ody had been ced.


    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 ced. The cosmetician


    had already fixed Leonard’s face and b*ody. Except for the pale blue hue of his skin, he looked the


    same as before.


    I stared at his b*ody, my mind going nk. 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 be 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.


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    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 onest time before he d*ied.


    With trembling hands, I gently ced the walking cane beside Leonard’s b*ody and wrapped his hand


    around the handle. In a hoarse voice, I said, “Dad…”


    I copsed and burst into tears again before I could say my piece. This was the first time, and probably


    thest time I would call him dad to his face. I sobbed sorrowfully, and so did Yana.


    Leaning over, I held Leonard’s b*ody gently.


    “This is the first hug between us as father and daughter. Dad, we will not get another chance in the


    future,” Iughed bitterly and muttered to myself.


    Then I straightened my spine and removed a box of gardenia-vored 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


    imed 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 ch*oked 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 simrities with Leonard, but I always


    assumed them to be a coincidence. I was so hopelessly stupid, i


    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 mes 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.”