After giving it some thought, I agreed to leave Beryl here until her memory returned.
“But Beryl seems to be hostile to all strangers except the King,” I pointed out. Realizing this truth, my face grimaced into a frown.
Laura was a little surprised, but she reached out a hand anyhow and gently patted Beryl’s tiny head. “Beryl, I’m your Grandma. Don’t be afraid, okay?”
The little girl didn’t answer and just stared at Laura with her big, round eyes. She was visibly nervous, as seen by the way she was holding her breath.
I also felt nervous, worried that Beryl would cry the next second.
Beryl shrank her head, and her messy pony tail came loose and the strawberry hair band on her head fell.
Laura picked it up and gave Rufus a suggestive look.
Rufus’ expression stayed the same. As he held the child in his arms, he looked down at her and murmured, “She’s Grandma.”
Beryl glanced at Laura again and asked in a childish tone, “Is Grandma Daddy’s mother?”
“Yes!” Laura replied in a hurry and then gave Rufus a kiss on his cheek to prove that she was indeed his mother.
Beryl immediately cheered up and reached out to Laura. “Grandma, hug.”
Laura was ecstatic that she no longer cared whether her smile brought out her wrinkles. She swept Beryl up in her arms and planted a loving kiss on her cheek.
When I saw that, I was almost stunned. Wasn’t Beryl only close to Rufus just a while ago? But now, she had accepted Laura too. The latter could even hug and kiss her.
So now, I had to kiss Rufus first if I wanted to get close to my daughter?
I glanced at his undeniably attractive side profile. In fact, I could be just fine with that idea if it meant having my daughter warm up to me again. But Rufus might not agree. He might throw me out before I could even touch his sleeves.
Rufus was no longer the same needy boyfriend of mine he was five years ago. He had turned into this ruthless man who was not interested in women at all. But most of all, he was now the King, the ruler of the empire, and he had the right to decide the life and death of all the werewolves. If I did something wrong in his presence, perhaps he would kill me without a second thought.
I lowered my head in frustration, feeling terrible at everything.
But soon, I straightened out my emotions and made another attempt to hug Beryl again. “Sweetheart, I’m your Mommy. Can I hug you too?”
Beryl pouted and said unhappily, “But you are not Daddy’s wife.”
I froze for a while, and I had to bite the bullet and answer, “Well… It’s true, but…”
“Then you can’t hug me. You are not Daddy’s wife, so you are not my Mommy.” Beryl didn’t listen to me. She covered her ears with both hands and looked at me angrily.
I was taken aback, but Rufus just sat there leisurely and smiled.
He was obviously enjoying it and it was really annoying!
Laura’s POV
After being separated from Beryl for five long years, I was finally reunited with my beloved granddaughter. I hugged her tightly, evidently too ecstatic to keep it to myself.
My little granddaughter was even more beautiful in person than in video and photos. Her milky fragrance permeated every inch of her. Her nose and mouth were a dead ringer of Rufus’ when he was a child, but he didn’t seem to notice it. After all, she was still young. Rufus would be able to tell when she got older.
Fortunately, it wasn’t Arron who was brought back by Rufus. Otherwise, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was Rufus’ son. Beryl’s eyebrows, eyes and the outline of her face were more like her mother’s.
My granddaughter was a clingy girl. So far since we’d been together, she had already snuggled up to me so many times. In addition, her childish words amused me. It had been a very long time since I was this delighted.
Noticing Crystal’s gaze, I knew that she was unhappy about this. No mother would enjoy seeing her daughter not recognizing her.
But my selfish motive made me think it was good to keep Beryl by Rufus’ side. Arron couldn’t be taken back unless he had a good reason to return. In the near future, he wouldn’t be coming back anyway. No one could say for sure whether or not Rufus would be suspicious once he saw his son.
At this time, Beryl, who was in my arms, suddenly threw up and her little face turned as pale as white.
“What’s going on?” Both Crystal and I were shocked and worried. We hurried to see if the wound on Beryl’s head had worsened.
Afraid of upsetting Beryl, Crystal refrained from reaching out to touch her and just stood aside. At the same time, Rufus sent for the doctor. Then, he walked over and examined Beryl’s head. There was a rare trace of nervousness in his eyes. He probably cared about this child.
Tears fell from Beryl’s eyes as she said weakly, “I feel dizzy.”
“Honey, hold on. The doctor will be here any second now.” My heart sank at the sight of this. I held my granddaughter’s hand and rubbed it lightly, trying to make her feel better.
Fortunately, the doctor came just in time to check Beryl’s wound. Although there was no open wound, Beryl was experiencing the side effect of a concussion. The doctor estimated that she would feel sick to her stomach and dizzy for the next couple of days, so she had to take her medicine. There would also be a need for close monitoring and medical treatment as well.
The doctor then prescribed a long list of medicine and handed her a stack of pink tablets, saying, “This is the medicine to improve blood circulation and disperse stasis, which is helpful for the child’s memory recovery. The child should take it three times a day, after each daily meal.”
Crystal took the medicine and was about to feed Beryl, but the young girl refused and asked Rufus to do it instead I had no choice but to send Beryl back to Rufus’ arms. With a sigh, I patted on Crystal’s shoulder to comfort her. “The child has lost her memory. We can’t do anything about it, but only let her stay with Rufus for the time being. Rufus will be good to her.”
In the end, I stared at Crystal with a complicated look in my eyes. I almost blurted out that Rufus was Beryl’s biological father. Anyway, he wouldn’t be as cold to the little girl as he usually was with strangers.
Crystal understood what I meant and nodded. “I’m afraid this is it.”
In Rufus’ arms, Beryl mellowed out and behaved herself. Even the bitterness of the medicine didn’t bother her. She swallowed each pill with a mouthful of water.
After taking the medicine, the doctor suggested an in-depth examination of Beryl’s brain.
Since Beryl wasn’t feeling well, she became increasingly clingy toward Rufus and refused to be held by anybody else. Later on, Rufus was tasked with bringing Beryl in for a medical examination.
Crystal and I were the only ones remaining in the hall, drinking tea after everyone else had left. Since Rufus’ men were present, I knew it was not the proper place for us to talk, so I had to find an excuse. I then invited Crystal to my own palace, saying that I wanted to know more about Beryl’s living habits.
Crystal’s POV
I knew Laura wanted to speak to me alone, so I came with to her palace.
After Ethan’s death, she moved to a quiet place to live. She had since seldom showed up in public unless there was something important.
Along the way, Laura caught me up with the events in the imperial palace as if nothing had happened.
The Royal Military School was now under Blair’s command.
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