The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355: A Legacy of Love and Loss

"Your mother’s magic was always mysterious."Lazarus let out a heavy sigh. "Even though we trusted each other and shared countless secrets, she never spoke to me about her magic."

Iriana had rarely shown her abilities in front of others. Most of the time, she only used it to make flowers bloom in the greenhouse garden, but there was a time where she healed a bird with a broken wing.

Her magic remained a mystery, yet every time a mage visited the Duke of Illvaris’s estate, they would always remark that she carried an extraordinary amount of magical energy. She would usually brush it off with nothing more than, ’Not really.’

"Besides that, she was also incredibly strong," Lazarus continued, his eyes softening with memory. "Strong enough to lift a sword I couldn’t even budge. She was ... magnificent."

[Back then, people mocked me for being weaker than my wife. But what did they know? My wife could dominate me and I—]

Primrose quickly shook her head, trying desperately to block out her father’s thoughts. It was far too awkward to hear about her parents’ sexual life!

"What’s wrong, Rosie?" Lazarus asked when he noticed her shaking her head.

"No, I’m fine! Just ... a little headache." She forced a smile. "But really, I’m fine, Father."

Before he could say more, Primrose hurried to change the subject. "So, Father ... if Mother was that strong and magnificent, then why couldn’t she heal herself?"

Her words were soft, careful, as though she was afraid they might hurt him. "Was it ... because of me?"

"Oh, don’t say that!" Lazarus immediately tightened his hold on her hand, his voice firm but filled with love. "You were never a mistake! Your mother was overjoyed to bring you into this world, and I believe with all my heart that even if she could turn back time, she would still choose to give birth to you again."

"How can you be so sure?" Primrose lowered her head, murmuring softly. "How could she ever choose to give birth to me again ... if it meant dying in return?"

"Oh, my sweet child ...," Lazarus whispered, his eyes filled with tenderness. He moved his chair closer, as if wanting to shield her from the weight of her own doubts.

He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. His voice softened as he said, "Because your mother loved you more than she loved her own life. That’s the kind of woman she was, Rosie. Brave, selfless, and stubborn in the best way."

"I forbade people from talking about this to you because I knew it would break your heart," Lazarus said, his voice low and rough. "Yes, while she was pregnant, her body grew weaker. The doctors did everything they could, but nothing worked. Still, every day she would tell me that you were the best thing that had ever happened to her."

"Back then, long before she met me ... your mother once told me that her entire family had been killed by bandits."

Lazarus’s voice grew heavy, as though every word pulled on old wounds. "She never spoke of it often, but when she did, her eyes would turn distant ... as if she was looking at ghosts I could never see. She was the only one who survived that night."

Primrose’s heart ached. She had always imagined her mother as someone surrounded by beauty and warmth, never knowing she carried such a tragic past. "She must have been so lonely," she whispered.

Lazarus nodded slowly. "She was. But even then, she carried herself with strength. She told me once that the flowers she grew in the greenhouse were her way of remembering her family. Each bloom was a life she had lost ... and nurturing them gave her comfort."

"She also told me that she truly wished to have a child to carry on her family’s legacy, something that had been stolen from her when the bandits took everyone else away." He added, "That’s why, Rosie ... she chose you. You were her hope, her future, her way of keeping her loved ones alive through blood and memory."

He paused, his eyes glistening as his voice cracked. "Even though it broke me to lose her, I take comfort in one thing. I know ... I know she’s no longer alone. She must be with her family again in the afterlife, and because of that, I don’t have to worry too much about her."

Primrose bit her lower lip, her vision blurring with tears as she tightened her grip on his hand.

One selfish question pressed at her heart, refusing to let go, why would her mother risk her life just to continue a legacy, if Primrose herself would grow up never knowing anything about it?

"Maybe the bracelet is the key to your seal, my wife." Edmund said the obvious thing, but added, "Maybe ... once the seal is broken, you’ll learn more about your mother too."

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