“Is Beryl okay?” Rufus asked, his brows furrowed in concern.
I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“She’s just weakened.”
“I’ll make sure a doctor is waiting for us when we get back.”
Rufus reached out and gently stroked our daughter’s face.
I checked the rest of Beryl’s body and belatedly noticed a cut on her arm, her blood gushing out and dripping on the earth beneath her.
Rufus followed the direction of my gaze and took out a handkerchief to wrap around Beryl’s arm.
“Mommy, Daddy…” our little girl murmured as her eyes fluttered open.
“Mommy is here,” I whispered lovingly, clutching her hand.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Beryl struggled to keep her eyes open.
When she finally focused them on Rufus and me, her lower lip trembled.
“You have to go and save the little monster!” she cried out.
“Their real target is Arron!!!”
Crystal’s POV
My daughter pushed herself to tell us to save Arron, then she promptly passed out. It made no sense to me.
Wasn’t my son sleeping soundly in his room at this moment? Besides, I had a trusted subordinate stationed nearby to keep an eye on him.
There was no way something could have happened to Arron.
I took precautions to keep him from appearing in front of others while we were in the imperial capital.
As far as the public was concerned, I had a son, and Beryl simply liked calling me Mommy.
If anyone had indeed been targeting me, they wouldn’t have known enough to come for my son.
Unless…
Unless the culprit already knew about his existence.
My mind raced back to the message from last night.
Was the sender aware that Arron was mine and Rufus’ son?
“I’ll send for a doctor and have her checked. You should head back and make sure Arron’s all right. Call me if anything happens.”
Rufus lifted Beryl into his arms without missing a beat. I snapped back to my senses and fell into step behind him.
To my surprise, he paused and reached out to stroke my head.
“Pull yourself together and calm down. You need to find Arron first. Hurry, or he might really be in danger. You’ve got this, Crystal. Arron needs you.”
I took a deep breath and nodded.
“Right. I’ll go. You should call me, too, if something happens.”
As soon as I uttered the last word, I transformed into my wolf form and went bounding toward my residence.
I still refused to believe that they had somehow gotten to my son, but I had to admit that whoever was behind this, they had done a good job of luring me away.
They had used Beryl as bait to get me and Rufus out of the picture.
The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became. I quickened my pace.
The palace where we stayed finally came to view, and I spotted my trusted subordinate from a distance. He was still standing guard at the door.
Everything seemed to be in place. I turned back into my human form and strode over.
“Where is Arron?”
“He was dozing off after playing, so he went to bed.”
My subordinate smiled and nodded toward the kitchen.
“Arron left some blueberry cake for you in the fridge. Made me promise to make you eat them.”
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Beryl might have made a mistake, after all. I padded into the kitchen and took out the cake and a fork, intending to take it upstairs to see my son.
“How is Beryl?” my subordinate asked from behind me.
“She’s all right, thank the Moon Goddess. You need to stay here for a while longer. I’ll go check on her at the Royal Hospital later.”
I considered it for a while, and then instructed him to get additional men to guard my palace, just in case.
“How long has Arron been sleeping?” I asked as I brought a forkful of cake into my mouth. I was already heading in the direction of the stairs.
“About three hours,” my subordinate said as he trailed behind me.
I swallowed the food I was chewing and whirled around with a grown.
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