The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 441

Chapter 441: The Duke’s One and Only Daughter

Hazelle froze at those words, her eyes widening slightly. She quickly shook her head and stepped back. "N-No, Your Majesty. Please, I still feel that I don’t deserve something like this."

[This is really too much,] Hazelle thought. [What kind of Duke would ever adopt someone who used to be a slave? Even a commoner wouldn’t want to do that.]

Meanwhile, Lazarus was lost in thought. [Why did Rosie suddenly want me to adopt a child? Does she want to abandon me entirely?! Did I fail as her father so badly that she doesn’t want to be my daughter anymore?!]

[Is this because I didn’t give her money anymore?!]

Primrose let out a soft sigh. She hadn’t even explained the real reason yet, but somehow her father had already jumped to the most dramatic conclusion possible.

And honestly, since when could a daughter throw away her own father and give him a new child as a replacement?

Where was the logic in that?!

Primrose finally spoke. "It’s alright, Hazelle." She lifted her head and looked gently at the girl. "Just sit down first."

Hazelle opened her mouth to refuse, but the look in Primrose’s eyes made her sit down before she even realized it.

"Father, I know this is a huge request... maybe even shameless, but..." Primrose looked straight into his eyes. "I’m asking this because I have an important reason."

Primrose then told Lazarus her reasoning about how she simply wanted to protect Hazelle from the cruel people who would continue to look down on her if they knew she was just a commoner or, worse, a former slave.

"Dr. Silas tried to poison me, and Hazelle was the one who helped me," Primrose said, exaggerating Hazelle’s part even though she didn’t actually do much. "After hearing that, don’t you think she deserves some kind of reward, Father? She saved your daughter."

Instead of focusing on Primrose’s question, Lazarus looked utterly shocked by the fact that his daughter had been poisoned. "You... you what?!"

He shot up from his chair so fast the table shook, knocking several glasses onto the floor.

"Rosie, why did you never tell me about this?!" He looked at Primrose with reddened eyes, not from anger, but from a deep, aching sadness. "We may live far apart, but you’re still my daughter! I deserve to know everything that happens to you, whether it’s good or bad!"

[Why is my daughter acting like this? No... this must be my fault. Back then, she probably hated me because I didn’t help her when the Emperor ordered her to go to the Beastland.]

Lazarus sounded utterly desperate in his heart, like a father who had nearly lost his child. [But still... what if I suddenly received news that my daughter had died? And I knew nothing about the reason behind it.]

"Primrose," he suddenly called her by her full name. "I know you hated me back then, or maybe you still do, but... don’t do this to me. If I had known you were about to die, maybe... maybe I would’ve ignored the Emperor’s decree telling me to stay away for a while, and I would’ve gone to see you in—"

"Father, no!" Primrose also stood up from her chair. She walked around the table until she stood directly in front of him. "I... I never hated you. I was angry at you, yes, but still... I didn’t hate you. How could I hate you?" She added softly, "But the reason I didn’t tell you wasn’t because of that!"

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