Chapter 1268 Eerie Words


    Crystal’s POV:


    ncing at the speechless Rufus, I smiled awkwardly and quickly exined to Beryl, “Er, well, you see


    —Mommy and Daddy had a big fight at that time, so Mommy said those things in anger. The truth is


    that your daddy is not dead. The man in front of you is your daddy—your real daddy!”


    Beryl looked Rufus up and down for a long time before it finally clicked. “Oh! So he’s my real daddy?


    Not a fake one?”


    I was amused by her cuteness. “Yes, honey. He’s your real daddy.”


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    “Okay, I got it!” Beryl quickly swallowed the food in her mouth and turned to look at Rufus with a big


    smile. “Daddy!”


    Rufus was a little stunned. It seemed that he didn’t expect Beryl to be so straightforward. A hint of


    panic shed through his eyes, but there was a certain softness to them, too.


    Smiling, I t*ouched Beryl’s soft hair and pointed at Laura, asking, “If he’s your daddy, then who is she?”


    Beryl tilted her head and scratched her chin. “She’s…”


    She paused for a moment and then broke into a huge grin. “Grandma!”


    “Exactly! It’s Grandma, my sweetheart!” Laura was pleasantly surprised. She quickly sat down next to


    Beryl and started feeding her enthusiastically, relieved to have finally been recognized.


    Beryl beamed at her and happily gobbled up all the food.


    Her childish behavior made Laura and Rufusugh. I sat aside and watched them with a faint smile, but


    deep down, I felt a little uneasy.


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    Although I should’ve been happy, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off. When Beryl


    woke up, she had called me Sylvia. That alone put me on high alert.


    “Mommy, I feel sleepy. Can you tuck me in?” Beryl rubbed her eyes sleepily.


    “Of course, baby. Mommy will take you to bed.” I picked her up and slowly walked towards her bed.


    After tucking her in and leaving the bedsidemp on, I patted Beryl’s hand and sang her a luby to


    help her fall asleep. “Mommy, I want to hear a bedtime story,” Beryl said softly.


    “What kind of story would you like to hear? A scary one?” I asked with a smile, tucking a stray strand of


    hair behind her ear.


    “Anything,” Beryl said obediently.


    I thought for a moment. “Once upon a time, in a wonderful forest, the annual party was underway. All


    the animals were busy preparing for the banquet. When night fell, everyone gathered in a circle around


    the stage. The first performance was by a peac*oc*k, who gracefully danced around like a ballerina,


    swaying like willow branches in the breeze. The crowd broke into loud apuse. Feeling jealous, the


    bear charged onto the stage and stood in the center, bowing to the audience. He said, ‘Now allow me,


    the dance prodigy, to perform for you!’ This ridiculous bear hopped and skipped around the stage,


    tripping and nearly breaking the wooden boards with his big feet…”


    As I told the story, Beryl slowly closed her eyes and seemed to drift off to sleep.


    I continued to gently pat her hand, and unknowingly, I slowly became drowsy myself.


    But I felt like finishing the story. “The big bear’s performance was so terrible that the audience


    eventually dragged him offstage and chased him out with sticks. The bear couldn’t dance as well as the


    peac*oc*k, but he still wanted to show off. As a result, he ended up humiliating himself.”


    “It’s because of his greed. The less he has, the more he wants to show off. He’s so stupid.” Suddenly,


    Beryl spoke up.


    My sleepiness instantly left me and I looked at her in surprise. Beryl, whose eyes had been closed just


    now, was staring intently at me.


    And her eerie words were not something a child would say…