Wolfless Omega, Claimed by Prince Lycan King (Harper and Silas) novel Chapter 90

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Chapter 66

“Buried? Seren, you still refuse to admit you have been lying to me about Aurora’s death?” Lucian’s face was as cold as frost, and his voice was so icy that it seemed to come from hell.

My body was trembling, and I looked at my daughter’s photo on the bedside table.

The direction Aurora looked in happened to be Lucian.

Since Aurora was born, no matter how coldly Lucian treated me, she still deeply loved her father in her heart.

At that moment, I looked into my daughter’s eyes. I seemed to see hope in my daughter’s eyes.

She hoped that her father could accompany her on her final journey, to fulfill her last wish and start a new life without any regrets in the next world.

I raised my hand and grabbed Lucian’s arm, turning my head to look at him.

For Aurora, I spoke up again, “Lucian, what I’m saying is true, Aurora, she really…”

Lucian lowered his gaze and met my tear-soaked eyes, the pain in the depths of his eyes so vivid that it reminded him of the day of the award ceremony of the design competition.

He was deceived by a pair of eyes like this.

“Seren, you were absolutely beyond reason!” Lucian threw me off, with a forceful movement, causing his moon-touched stone, which he always carried with him, to be thrown out as well and hit my face.

I instinctively turned my head to dodge, but still got hit in the corner of my eye. I let out a sigh of pain.

The moon-touched stone fell onto the bed. I looked at that, paused for a moment, and something flashed through my mind.

I instinctively reached out and picked it up, wanting to see it clearly. But just then.

‘Don’t touch. Lucian snatched it away. He carefully and attentively put it back on.

He coldly glanced at me, turned around, and left without looking back.

I heard the sound of the door closing and immediately collapsed onto Aurora’s bed. I stared at her face on the bedside table, my eyes becoming increasingly red.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I silently wept.

I had just recovered from a fever, and not long after, I fell into a deep sleep.

I had a dream. In the dream, I saw that moon-touched stone that had fallen from Lucian. But the stone was not kept by Lucian, but by a little girl who appeared to be five or six years old.