The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 442: A Daughter’s Tears

"I’m sorry." Primrose threw herself into her father’s arms. She held her breath, eyes wide open, and clutched Lazarus’s shirt as tightly as she could. "I’m sorry, Father."

She wasn’t just apologizing for this lifeti, but also to the father from her previous life. He must have suffered terribly back then because he had lost both his wife and daughter.

And even though it wasn’t his fault, Primrose was certain he must have blad himself deeply.

"I’m really sorry for making you sad," Primrose murmured. "I promise I won’t talk like that again, so please don’t be angry or sad."

When Lazarus saw his daughter suddenly looking like a pitiful kitten, he took a deep breath. Just like that, all the anger and disappointnt in his heart faded away.

[Damn it! I can never stay mad at my daughter for long!] Lazarus thought. [She definitely has so kind of magic that can charm !]

She didn’t even use her mind-control ability, yet her father had already lted the mont she spoke pitifully.

"Why are you crying?!" Lazarus wrapped his arms around her and patted her back, probably a bit too hard. "I should be the one crying, not you! And to answer your question earlier, yes, of course Miss Hazelle deserves a reward for saving my precious daughter!"

The mont she heard that, Primrose instantly wiped her tears away and smiled brightly. "That’s great! Should we register her into our family tonight?!"

[What is this?! Were those crocodile tears?!] Lazarus stared at her, shocked that she could stop crying in seconds. But honestly, this wasn’t new. His daughter was extrely talented at crying, whether it was real or fake. Actually, no one could ever tell the difference.

[Ah, whatever. My daughter’s smile is more precious than her tears,] he added in his mind.

"Silly child. The civil officers don’t work at night, so we can’t do that." Lazarus sighed. "And why are you in such a hurry anyway?! Let get to know Miss Hazelle first!"

[It does feel strange to suddenly have another daughter... but since she saved my Rosie, it’s fine to lend her my family na. It’s not like I’ll change the true heir of my inheritance.]

As long as Lazarus didn’t change his will, Hazelle would never threaten Primrose’s position. But Primrose honestly didn’t care about her father’s inheritance anymore since her husband was richer than him anyway.

She would probably donate half of it when her father died, and give the other half to her future kids. His distillery? She could rge it with business. But why was she even thinking about that? Her father wasn’t even dead yet!

"Alright, let know more about you, child," Lazarus said as he sat down again with Primrose.

Hazelle stiffened and imdiately beca nervous, unable to believe that the Duke of Illvaris was truly considering giving her his family na.

"I... I don’t have anything interesting about ," she whispered, lowering her head. "I’m sorry."

She was rely soone who had been sold by her parents as a slave, then kept under a slave seal.

That kind of story wasn’t appealing at all, so Hazelle didn’t want to talk about it.

Primrose, who knew exactly what was on Hazelle’s mind, quickly said, "How about telling us about your interest in dicine instead?" She added gently, "What have you been learning from Sir Vesper these days?"

"Oh... that... I can talk about that." Hazelle gradually found a bit of confidence, relieved that she didn’t have to speak about her dark past.

Hazelle then explained that Salem had taught her many things. Maybe not directly, but she loved watching everything he did and writing it down in her notebook. For now, she had morized several herbal plants she could use to make simple dicine for coughs or fevers.

Honestly, it was very impressive. Hazelle had once studied under Dr. Silas, but she was never allowed to experint on her own. Because of that, her knowledge had been extrely limited, and everything she did was simply following Dr. Silas’s orders.

Back then, she didn’t have the right to observe, think, or even give her own opinions. That was why Primrose couldn’t hear her thoughts, not because of magic, but because Hazelle had grown used to having no thoughts of her own.

"You really have an amazing talent, Miss Hazelle," Lazarus finally said. He no longer opposed the idea of lending his family na to the forr slave sitting before him. "Your current teacher may be skilled, but I believe you could grow even faster if you enrolled in the doctor academy. Have you ever considered it, Miss Hazelle?"

Hazelle tilted her head, staring at Lazarus with disbelief in her eyes. "Your Grace... I don’t dare to dream of things I can’t reach." She added softly, "For now, I’m already happy because Her Majesty allowed to beco the assistant of one of her doctors."

Salem wasn’t a formal doctor, but still... his dical knowledge was not sothing to underestimate.

"Miss Hazelle," Lazarus said gently, "You may have thought that way before. But now... since I will allow you to use our surna, my family na... entering the doctor academy isn’t impossible anymore. I have several acquaintances who can guide you so you can pass the entrance exam."

At that mont, Hazelle froze. She suddenly felt as if a bar of gold were sitting on her plate. It was so shiny that it almost hurt her eyes to look at it.

She glanced between Primrose and Lazarus again and again, as if silently asking for her savior’s approval.

"My father’s offer isn’t just empty words," Primrose said. "If this is truly what you want, we can help you enter the doctor academy. Your future will be bright. And your past... I don’t think anyone will try to dig too deep, not when you’re under our protection." She smiled softly. "But still, the choice is still yours."

Lazarus was a generous man, but Primrose also knew he was opportunistic.

As a businessman, he always recognized who would shine in the future and who would fall behind. And when he looked at Hazelle, he knew she was a diamond in the rough.

She only needed to be placed in the right environnt. If that happened, it wouldn’t take long before she shined brighter than everyone else.

More importantly, if Hazelle beca a great doctor one day, she could devote herself to Lazarus and Primrose—sothing they could only gain if they earned her loyalty.

"But... Your Majesty," Hazelle whispered softly, "doesn’t that an I have to leave Noctvaris?"