The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522: When Freedom Feels Like a Lie (I)

"I’m not a part of Averon’s circle. You can be at ease."

The young woman behind the door didn’t answer, but her hand still gripped the sharpened wooden fork tightly, as if she refused to let go.

To be honest, Primrose could tell what she was thinking. The girl didn’t care about her future anymore, she just wanted to hurt Averon. Instead of fighting to survive, she wanted everything to end right away.

That kind of act was not something to be imitated and not a choice anyone should make, but Primrose couldn’t help but understand her situation.

She had seen this kind of suicidal behavior in Hazelle, in the children who had been trapped under Count Veloria’s sugar factory, and even in... herself.

Primrose hated to admit it, but there was a time when she saw Edmund as her worst nightmare. Back then, she had thoughts like that too, the kind of dangerous thoughts she never spoke out loud.

She didn’t try to die, but she also didn’t try very hard to live.

She just wanted everything to stop. Deep down, she had even hoped that if death came, she wouldn’t fight it, and she truly did that.

It sounded terrible, but when someone feels like they have no way out, even death can feel like freedom.

"Nonsense."

The young woman finally spoke. Her voice was dry, rough, like she wasn’t used to talking. Her accent sounded a little strange too, maybe because she had been locked away in the west wing for too long.

"I know what kind of man you are," she said, her tone filled with hatred. "You will pretend to be kind to me, and when I trust you, you will shatter my hope and my life. I’ve experienced something like this before, so don’t bother lying."

The children in Veloria had thought the same way. Salem told her they were scared of being set free because they believed they would only be hunted again afterward.

It seemed that Averon and his bastard friends truly enjoyed giving fake hope to their victims, and Primrose considered that the highest form of cruelty.

"He’s not lying." Primrose gestured for Edmund to stay quiet so he wouldn’t accidentally frighten the young woman.

"Young Miss," she said softly, "have you noticed something? There are no soldiers laughing near us right now."

It was a strange thing to ask, but Edmund didn’t interrupt her, because he knew his wife wouldn’t say such things without a strong reason.

The young woman behind the door fell silent for a moment, but the voice in her mind didn’t fade.

[She’s right... I don’t hear them.]

[Those bastards are always laughing... so why not now?]

[This is strange...]

When Primrose listened to the thoughts of the people in the west wing, they kept talking about those bastard soldiers and how disgusted they felt every time they heard their laughter.

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