The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 332

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Chapter 332: The Flower That Withered (I)

"I know." Edmund pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Primrose’s head, his voice a low whisper against her hair. "I’m sorry ... I think too much sometimes."

Primrose stroked the hand he had resting on her waist, her touch soft and reassuring. "Don’t be sorry." She looked up at him with a small smile before repeating her question. "So ... you became their sworn brother after Sir Leofric helped you?"

Edmund gave a slow nod. "Yes. He did it to secure my position in the eyes of the elders. But not long after, we chose to leave the magic tower because we were tired ... tired of hearing endless rumors whispered behind our backs."

They had wandered together for nearly three years before Edmund finally chose to part ways. Their paths were simply too different. Edmund sought physical strength, training his body every day, while Leofric and Lorelle buried themselves in their search for new magic.

For Edmund, the need was urgent. He had to grow stronger, stronger than his own wolf, or risk being consumed by it. So they separated, until the day he finally claimed the throne of the Beast King.

Leofric would still come to check on him now and then, but in the end, he chose to stay in Noctvaris. At first, it was to help Edmund tame his wolf for good. And even after they succeeded, he remained there because Lorelle had suddenly fallen gravely ill.

"I know I rarely saw Lady Lorelle, and Leofric was always closer to her," Edmund sighed, the weight heavy in his voice. "But she’s still my sister. I have the right to speak for her too. I begged him to wait a little longer, not to do something reckless that might end her life sooner, but ..."

His lips pressed into a thin line before he muttered, "He told me there’s no point in waiting for a flower that has already withered to bloom again. Tell me, wife ... isn’t that cruel?"

Primrose’s chest ached at the pain in his eyes. She took a moment before answering, not wanting to dismiss his feelings. "There’s nothing wrong with worrying about your sister. After all, it’s very painful to watch someone you love dying in front of you."

She tightened her grip on his hand. "But husband ... sometimes it’s just as painful for the one who is sick to keep fighting in a body that can no longer carry life."

Primrose had never lost a family member to illness, except for her mother, and even then she hadn’t been there to witness it. But she herself had once suffered from a terrible illness in her first life.

She remembered clearly how, day by day, she could feel the strength slipping from her body. Each breath was a battle, each movement a weight too heavy to bear, until even lifting her fingers became impossible.

That memory never left her; it was carved into her heart and sometimes returned in the form of nightmares that woke her trembling in the night.

In some ways, Edmund was lucky because he had only seen her after her death, lying still and lifeless. If he had witnessed her struggling on the edge of life and death, he might not have been able to endure the sight.

Back then, the only thought left in her mind had been a desperate wish for the illness to claim her quickly. Anything was better than drowning in a pain so endless that she could no longer endure it.

So yes, she could understand why Leofric might have wanted to end Lorelle’s suffering as soon as possible because maybe, Lorelle herself had once reached the point when the pain lingering in her body had become too much to bear.