The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: The Queen’s Unhinged Behavior (I)

Primrose’s voice remained kind and patient. "I can ask my father to adopt you," she said kindly. "To make you part of our family In that way, you will have a second chance to live."

Even if a slave were granted freedom, their past would always haunt them, like a stain that never faded, no matter how hard they tried to scrub it away.

People judged them all the time.

They said former slaves were foolish for choosing to live on the streets instead of staying with their masters.

Others accused them of being ungrateful for walking away after being "fed" and given a roof over their heads.

’Ungrateful? My ass.’

Feeding someone and giving them a place to sleep wasn’t generosity, it was the bare minimum, especially when their masters never paid them a single copper coin for their years of service.

"Your Majesty ... if this is a joke ..." Hazelle shook her head, slowly stepping back until there was no room left behind her. "I don’t like it. It’s not funny."

[Why is she promising something that could never happen?] Hazelle thought bitterly.

[This is a cruel joke. There’s no way a noble family as respected as the Duke of Illvaris would ever adopt someone as filthy as me.]

"No, Hazelle. I’m not joking," Primrose said firmly. "I would never make fun of my family like that. Everything I said, I meant it."

She softened her tone and asked again, "Would you like to be my adoptive sister? Your status as a slave isn’t public knowledge, so it won’t be difficult to introduce you to society."

Silas had spent years building a good image for himself. He worked so hard to seem kind and noble.

There was no way he’d ever let people find out he secretly used a slave seal on someone.

Most likely, the only ones who knew about Hazelle’s true status were Silas ... and her former master.

Primrose was confident Silas wouldn’t be a problem for much longer, and as for the other man ... she could ask Edmund to find him, then silence him permanently.

That’s why she believed it could work.

She and her father could tell the world Hazelle was a distant relative, someone the Duke of Illvaris had decided to adopt after her imaginary parents passed away.

Honestly, she didn’t know how her father would react when she asked him to adopt a young woman out of the blue.

But she also knew that Lazarus had never said no to something she truly wanted.

And honestly, compared to everything else she’d asked for in her life, adopting Hazelle was the cheapest request Lazarus could fulfill for her.

"I don’t know ..." Hazelle whispered, turning her head to stare at the green-tinted water, now starting to lose its steam. "I really don’t know ..."

Primrose followed her gaze and asked quietly, "If I step into that water ... would you believe me then?"

"What?!" Hazelle’s head snapped toward her in shock.

Primrose was already walking toward the tub, reaching out like she was about to touch the water.

Hazelle immediately grabbed her wrist. "Your Majesty! Didn’t you hear me? I told you, I put poison in there!"

"I heard you," Primrose replied calmly. "I heard you loud and clear."

She looked into Hazelle’s eyes, her expression calm and serious. "But if I’m completely fine tomorrow," she said gently, "won’t Dr. Silas assumes you failed him?"

Her tone was soft, her gaze steady, too calm for someone about to step into a poisoned bath.

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