The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: The Soldiers’ Negligence

"But... the bandits are still going to attack his distillery tonight, right?" she asked softly.

Edmund softened his gaze as he replied, "I’ve asked some of our soldiers to guard the distillery." He gently caressed her hair to calm her. "You don’t have to worry anymore. Nothing bad will happen to your father or his business."

Primrose let out a slow, relieved breath. The thought of her father getting hurt felt like a nightmare she never wanted to relive.

Yes, she had seen Lazarus sick and injured before, but that didn’t mean she could ever get used to it. Especially if it involved something as serious as his leg being crushed.

But then, her mind drifted back to her first life. At that time, her father must have suffered so much because of it. Worse than that, Primrose never even replied to his letters, acting like a daughter who deserved to be slapped.

"And your father didn’t lose his leg back then," Edmund added quietly. "He managed to walk again after eight months, and I also helped him cover his losses."

Primrose didn’t know whether she should feel relieved or sad after hearing that. In one way, she was relieved because her husband had helped so much, but she was also sad because she never got to see it herself.

"Wife, you did nothing wrong," Edmund’s voice pulled her out of her bad thoughts. "What happened to your father in our first life had nothing to do with you, so you don’t need to feel guilty."

Feel guilty?

Was that what she had been feeling all along? Maybe. Because deep down, she truly felt like she had been an ungrateful daughter.

"I just thought... I should’ve replied to his letters," Primrose whispered, lowering her head. "He must have been suffering so much. Not only could he not walk and suffered huge losses, but his daughter also refused to speak to him."

Edmund didn’t respond immediately. At the end of the day, the broken relationship between Lazarus and Primrose in their first life was also partly his fault. If he had never appeared in her life, maybe they would never have drifted apart.

Because of that, he couldn’t bring himself to comfort her with empty words. All he could do was stroke her hair gently, hoping it brought her at least a little comfort.

Primrose, who could clearly hear the guilt in his mind, quickly said, "If you hadn’t married me back then, there’s a big chance I would’ve been taken as a concubine by the Emperor of Vellmoria." She lifted her gaze and added, "Honestly... my fate would have been much worse if that had happened."

Edmund’s face instantly went pale. "No—that... that really does sound horrible." He pulled Primrose tightly into his arms, as if reminding himself that his wife had never fallen into the hands of the Emperor of Vellmoria.

Primrose was about to say something, but quickly shut her mouth when she remembered there was still another person in the room with them.

[What the hell are they talking about?] the soldier thought, completely confused. [They were speaking as if the bandits had attacked the Duke just now.]

[Are they crazy? Or are they talking about something else entirely?]

Primrose let out a heavy sigh the moment she realized this man couldn’t be allowed to walk around freely after learning even a bit of their secret.

"Husband, we don’t need him, right?" she asked, gently pulling away from Edmund’s arms.

She had been reading the soldier’s mind from the beginning and concluded that the only thing this soldier knew was that the King had allowed the bandits to enter Azmeria’s borders, but he didn’t know the real reason why.

If they wanted answers, the only way was to read the King of Azmeria’s mind directly.

"No, we don’t need him." Edmund asked calmly, "Do you want me to kill him?"

The soldier’s face turned as white as snow the moment he heard those words. He knew he would eventually face the death penalty, but he didn’t expect it to happen this quickly.

No matter how tough a person pretends to be, everyone fears death when it’s standing right in front of them.

"If you’re the one who does it, the outcome will be terrible," Primrose said gently. "Let me handle it."

If Edmund killed the soldier, people could twist the story and blame him. They would say the Beast King was violent and dangerous, and those who didn’t know the truth might even think he deserved to be stoned to death.

Primrose wasn’t going to let that happen. So, she chose another path.

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