The Lycan King's Fate Calling novel Chapter 1274

Crystal's POV:

I was so scared that I couldn't help but shout, "Rufus, get away from Beryl!"

Rufus' eyes darted from Beryl, who was in his arms, and then at me. With a serious look on his face, he asked grimly, "What's wrong?"

Then I looked at Beryl again. The devious smile from earlier was completely gone, and her childish face was full of grievance and sadness. She wrapped her arms around Rufus' neck and looked at me in fear, as if what I saw just now was just an illusion.

This was ridiculous!

I stepped back in a trance, not knowing how to explain.

Even if Rufus believed me, Laura was here and she didn't know what was going on. Naturally, in her eyes, I was being unnecessarily harsh with Beryl.

Neither Laura nor Arron noticed Beryl's abnormality, which meant that Noreen's disguise was flawless.

If I didn't notice the weird smile just now, I too would've fallen for her little act.

Noreen was so damn cunning!

Rufus seemed to sense that I was in a terrible mood, so he put Beryl down and pulled me into a warm embrace. He kissed my forehead and whispered in a voice only I could hear, "Calm down. We'll talk about this later."

I took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

Sniffling, Beryl wiped her tears with the back of her hand and looked at me pitifully.

I returned her gaze and said nothing.

But my silence only served to make Beryl even sadder. Tears streamed down her chubby cheeks, and her nose turned red. She squatted down and buried her face in her hands, sobbing, "Mommy, you don't love me anymore! Why are you so mean to me? Is it because I forgot you were my mommy once? I'm sorry, Mommy! Please don't hate me!"

Her pitiful cries continued, which made everyone present feel sorry for her.

I clenched my fists and felt a sting in my eye and a lump in my throat. For a moment, I almost believed that the girl in front of me was the real Beryl.

But I knew I couldn't believe her. Noreen was a master at deceiving people. She knew how to use one's weakness against them, so I had to be extremely careful.

She was not my daughter.

"Don't cry," I said coldly, looking at her expressionlessly.

Beryl was stunned for a moment, but then she started crying even harder. "You really don't love me anymore! You used to comfort me!"

Enduring the unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach, I turned my head away.

"Baby Beryl, don't cry. I'm here for you." Laura picked up Beryl and rubbed her back comfortingly.