Chapter 541 - Saving Her Cursed Lycan Prince

I had to admit, he was a keen observer.

I wrinkled my nose and muttered, “I hope she’s not Maya. But I also hope she is.”

I didn’t believe Maya would do anything to hurt me. But then again, if she wasn’t the real Maya, then Noreen had probably already killed her before impersonating her.

As that thought crossed my mind, I began feeling even more miserable. “If she really is Maya, can she become a good person again?”

“Of course. If she’s the real Maya, then Noreen might just be controlling her mind and she isn’t being herself. That is, we’re facing Noreen, not Maya. We’re still not sure if Maya’s the one who set this up, though. But if it’s really her, we’ll have to lock her up first. As soon as we catch Noreen, we can cure her,” Rufus replied, trying to comfort me.

Maya’s POV

I had been keeping an eye on the imperial palace ever since hearing the news from Sylvia.

Thankfully, nothing happened the following day. Then Harry, who was gone for two days, suddenly turned up near the palace again. He looked ghastly pale and haggard. Rumors in the palace had that Sylvia would use Joanna as a scapegoat.

This would ultimately put Harry and Sylvia’s friendship at stake.

I told the guards to keep an eye on Harry and not let him in.

Meanwhile, Sylvia spent the entire day in her room. Even though she wasn’t particularly hungry, she gobbled up a bunch of chicken wings. She ate them while watching a movie and soon the bones had already filled a small bucket.

Compared with yesterday’s restlessness, Sylvia was in better spirits today.

Rufus must have comforted her last night.

After I had finished my work at the palace, I went for a walk to clear my head and settle my stomach. Like always, I took the path from the secret prison to exit the palace.

This path was very remote, and behind it was a forest. Unless some prisoners were being secretly escorted to somewhere else, relatively few people would normally pass by.

I checked the time and learned that it was nine o’clock in the evening. It was time for Sylvia to drink her milk. So I hastily returned to the palace and brought a glass of milk to her room.

Sylvia was lying in a rocking chair, taking a nap. She was wearing a loose-fitting white nightgown that accentuated her pregnant belly, and her long hair cascaded down over her shoulders. Her stunning features seemed at ease.

I walked over quietly, set the milk down, and said softly, “Miss Todd, if you are tired, why don’t you sleep on your bed?”

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes and yawned. “Okay. Put the milk here and I’ll drink later. Rufus will not be home until very late tonight. He has something important to deal with. You don’t have to wait up. Go and have a rest.”

“Yes, Miss Todd,” I replied respectfully and then left.

I hurried back to my room and changed into light and comfortable clothes that were convenient for walking. After hearing Sylvia said that Rufus had something important to deal with tonight, I figured he would usher the two fugitives out of the palace.

Without any delay, I went back to the same path quietly and discovered two prisoners being held in the car outside the secret prison’s entrance by Rufus’ private guards. The heads of the two prisoners were covered in hoods and their hands were tied behind their backs.

I sneaked around and followed them. This group of private soldiers managed to sneak the detainees out of the palace through a hidden rear entrance.

Soon they arrived at a very remote place. Both prisoners’ mouths were gaged, and they whimpered in terror.

I took cover under a large tree nearby, waiting for my chance to strike.

The two prisoners struggled frantically, as if they knew their death was approaching.

“Behave yourself! I can give you a quick death if you stop struggling.” One of Rufus’ men pulled out a sharp dagger and waved it around their necks, seeming to try finding the ideal angle to finish them without getting blood from splashing all over his body.

The two prisoners were pinned on the ground by force, their fear rendered them silent.

When the man was about to kill the prisoners, I quickly rushed out and sprinkled knockout drops on him and his comrades.

Before they could do anything, they collapsed to the ground.

After that, I said to the two hooded prisoners who were trembling on the ground, “Your lives are now mine. So you have to do as I tell you.”

As I spoke, I went to pull off the hood on one of them. As soon as I removed it, Sylvia’s face peered out at me.

I was stunned when another hooded person beside me suddenly sprang up and pressed me to the ground. It was Rufus!

Sylvia’s POV

“Maya, why are you here?”

My gaze shifted to the person being pinned on the ground by Rufus, and I felt my heart ache. Even though I was already prepared for this, I still couldn’t help but break down.

Maya looked flustered. She knelt on the ground and began spouting incoherent words.

Rufus took out the shackles and locked Maya’s hands together. Then, he glared at her and coldly asked, “Do you still want to defend yourself?”

Tears began streaming down Maya’s cheeks. “Prince Rufus, it wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!”

She quickly shifted her gaze at me. “Miss Todd, please trust me. I didn’t mean to do that!”

I pulled Maya’s hands away from my trousers and looked at her in disappointment. “What do you mean to do, then? You’ve been trying everything you could to make me suffer. I already gave you a chance, but you still came here tonight.”

Maya began to sob. She bent over and pressed her forehead against the ground as she guiltily exclaimed, “I’m sorry! I really don’t know what’s wrong with me. I don’t want to do this. I know something is definitely wrong with me. I can’t seem to control myself!”

Upon hearing that, Rufus and I looked at each other.

Was she really Maya? Was it possible that Noreen had been controlling her the whole time?

I wanted to help her up, but Rufus stopped me and shook his head, indicating for me to observe her a little longer.

Maya’s sobs grew louder as her thin body trembled in panic and fear. “I really want to control myself, but I always have thoughts that don’t belong to me. If I disobey them, I’ll have a splitting headache. Sometimes, I would say something that I didn’t want to say, and by the time I realized it, it was already too late. I’m truly sorry. I know I’ve let you down. If my death can make up for everything I did, please just let me die.”

After Maya said that, she stood up and was about to purposely hit the tree.

Knowing what she was going to do, I hurriedly went to her side and wrapped my arms around her waist.

“I’m so sorry, Miss Todd. Please just let me die!” Maya cried at the top of her lungs.

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