Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 394

**When She Opened the Door to the Life She Was Afraid to Live by Nora Vale Kingsley**

**Chapter 394: Trusting Calum**

“Your Highness, Prince Marcus,” the adjutant announced with a formal bow, presenting a small container. “This is the juice that Lady Lily requested the medic send over.”

Marcus glanced at the adjutant, his expression unreadable. “Hand it to Marcus,” Lucien interjected, his tone dismissive.

There was a palpable tension in the air; the very thought of consuming anything from Lily was enough to send shivers down their spines.

With a cautious hand, Marcus accepted the juice, carefully tucking it into his pack. A flicker of an idea crossed his mind—he intended to take it back later, a small token for Emma, hoping it might bring her some comfort.

The adjutant continued with a sense of urgency, “Your Highness, we’ve already reached out to Kael and the Enchanter Clan. They are en route as we speak. I’ve arranged for their arrival at N-23.”

The ship had already breached the Empire’s borders, cutting through the waves with purpose. In just two days, they would dock at N-23, and the anticipation was electric.

Lucien’s voice rang out, firm and commanding. “Issue the order. Full speed ahead.”

Meanwhile, within the manor’s walls, Emma sought out Silas, her heart racing as she relayed Calum’s bold claim about Malrik’s potential cure.

“Silas, you’ve known Calum for a longer time than I have. You should have a better grasp of his character,” she implored, her eyes darting to Malrik, who was once again on a quest for fruit.

“What do you think? Can we genuinely trust what Calum has said?” Emma’s voice was laced with concern.

Malrik, in his simple-minded state, had developed an obsession with foraging for fruit. It seemed as if every waking moment was consumed by this pursuit—either he was searching for fruit or on his way to find it.

Initially, Emma had struggled to understand the allure of this fruit-hunting obsession. But Silas, with his keen insights, had uncovered the underlying truth.

Years ago, when Malrik was merely three, his father had suffered a catastrophic injury that left him bedridden. The weight of that trauma had cast a long shadow over Malrik’s childhood.

Celia, Malrik’s mother, had harbored a deep-seated disdain for both Malrik and his father, fueled by her complicated feelings towards Merlin.

The memories flooded back—three-year-old Malrik and his father, abandoned and vulnerable, often found themselves facing hunger. To survive, Malrik would stealthily venture out, pilfering the bitter, unwanted fruits from the Enchanter Clan. Though these fruits were unpalatable and potentially poisonous, they were all he could find.

Despite his efforts, his father had succumbed to his injuries, clinging to life for an additional three years before passing away, leaving Malrik alone in a world that had turned its back on him.

Silas placed a sweet fruit on a nearby shelf, allowing Malrik to discover it for himself. He then turned to Emma, his expression grave.

“Emy, I can’t guarantee anything beyond this. But I can assure you that Calum’s integrity is beyond reproach.”

Emma pondered Silas’s words. Yes, Calum had a fiery temper, but there was a reliability in him that they could lean on.

“If he has assured you of Malrik’s safety, then he will do everything in his power to protect him. I believe we should heed his advice and explore his method for treating Malrik.”

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