The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247: The Queen Is The King’s Weakness

Edmund, standing beside her, looked as if the weight of the world had just landed on his shoulders.

His brows were furrowed so deeply, and Primrose didn’t even need to read his thoughts to know that he was drowning in guilt, and it was written all over his face.

He didn’t speak because he couldn’t. The guilt within him had drowned him that Edmund wasn’t able to swim to the surface.

Meanwhile, Primrose was trying her best to hide how much she was hurting. She clenched her jaw, her fingers gripping the blanket tightly as she forced herself to breathe through the pain, even the thought of someone brushing against her feet made her flinch.

Despite all the pain, Primrose still tried to pretend. "My father ... didn’t have any kind of hereditary illness," she said softly.

Silas responded, calmly but falsely, "What about your mother, Your Majesty?"

[I’ve already gathered information that her mother died shortly after she was born.] Silas thought to himself. [I tried to track down her maternal relatives, but I couldn’t find anything. It’s as if her father married a ghost.]

[Well, that works in my favor. If even she doesn’t know anything about her mother’s side, then she can’t prove me wrong.]

Primrose wanted to punch him for thinking something so heartless, but the truth was ... he wasn’t entirely wrong.

She really didn’t know much about her mother. Whenever she asked her father, he would tell her that her mother grew up in an orphanage and didn’t know her own family either.

Her paternal grandparents had even objected to the marriage, thinking her mother’s background wasn’t good enough for someone who would become the next Duke of Illvaris. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

On top of that, her mother, Iriana, had been just a tavern waitress, so people truly thought their relationship was a joke.

They whispered that Lazarus only wanted her for her body.

They claimed Iriana was chasing his money.

Almost everything people said about their relationship was ugly gossip and no one believed it was real love.

But none of them knew that Lazarus had been a complete fool in love, the kind of man who would climb a mountain and back if Iriana ever said she wanted a flower that only bloomed at the summit.

If only Primrose could’ve seen those moments herself, maybe her life would’ve felt a little more colorful.

Still, that didn’t change the fact that she knew very little about her mother’s family, and Silas was using that against her.

"I’m not sure about my mother," Primrose finally said. "I don’t know much about her, so ... I can’t answer that question with certainty."

Once again, Primrose noticed the corner of Silas’s mouth twitch slightly, like he was trying not to celebrate his little ’victory’ too soon.

[This is more satisfying than watching her die,] Silas thought.

[I want to watch this traitor suffer more than she can bear. Besides, it looks like the Beast King truly cares about his wife.]

[I want to see what kind of face he’ll make when his wife ends up completely paralyzed.]

[Tch. I should’ve just added more poison to make sure it was permanent.]

[Forget it. Let’s just consider this is the calm before the real storm begins.]

Primrose nearly laughed when she heard his overly confident thoughts.

Before he could bring her to her knees, she would make sure he was the one begging for mercy.

She would make sure of it.

"Then, there’s a possibility," Silas said aloud, "that this rare condition came from your mother’s bloodline, Your Majesty."

Primrose didn’t answer. She just watched him closely.

Doctors often used vague explanations when they encountered unfamiliar symptoms. Most patients understood. But sometimes, especially with nobles, the moment a doctor didn’t have all the answers, they were treated like fools.

Silas wasn’t just trying to sound professional, but he was carefully planting doubt, hoping people would stop asking too many questions.

Unfortunately for him, Edmund wasn’t the kind of noble who’d stay calm when his wife’s life was involved.

He looked like he was one second away from grabbing Silas by the neck. His expression was hard, jaw tight, eyes colder than the frost-covered mountains in the Forsaken North.

But still, he was clearly holding himself back, trying his best not to lose control in front of his wife.

"I don’t want to hear ’maybe’ or ’possibly’ from your mouth," Edmund said. His voice was low and sharp, enough to silence the entire room, even Primrose flinched a little. "Tell me exactly what is happening to my wife."

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