The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242: A Slave Who Feels Worthless (II)

She thought maybe that would be the quickest way to break through, the easiest path to get Hazelle out of the nightmare she was living in.

But instead of fear or hesitation ... Hazelle had looked almost ... excited?

Wait ... was she actually excited?

Just a moment later, Hazelle let out a faint smile. "His Majesty would probably sentence me to death," she whispered.

Ah, there it was.

Hazelle always got strangely excited whenever she thought she might be executed because to her, death sounded better than punishment from Silas.

"Yes, Your Majesty," she said, her voice calmer now, steadier, like she had finally made peace with something. "I put the poison in your bath."

She held out her hands toward Primrose, as if offering herself up. "You can tell the guards to arrest me now. Don’t worry... I won’t run."

[The only way to be free ... is to die,] Hazelle thought quietly. [Dr. Silas always said there’s no way to break the slave seal, anyway.]

[And even if I could escape ... what would I do? I don’t have a family. I don’t have friends. I’d probably just end up on the streets ... maybe even selling myself just to survive.]

What Hazelle didn’t see—what she had been blind to after years of feeling small and worthless—was that she did have skills.

She had years of experience working under Silas. She knew how to make medicine. She had real potential to become a professional medical or even a doctor’s assistant someday.

She could have a future.

Unfortunately, Hazelle couldn’t see any of that.

All she could see were her flaws and failures. All she believed was that she had no future.

She was barely twenty years old, and yet ... she already believed her life was over.

"You’re not going to die." Primrose’s voice softened. She didn’t try to explain. She didn’t lecture. She simply leaned forward, and wrapped her arms around Hazelle.

The move caught Hazelle completely off guard, so much so that she froze, her breath caught in her throat.

She tried to pull away. She was trying to get away from Primrose, but the Queen held her tightly, so tightly, that all Hazelle could do was stay still ... and let herself be held.

"Your Majesty..." Hazelle whispered, her voice barely there, "You shouldn’t touch someone as dirty as me."

Primrose didn’t even flinch at her words. "Hazelle," she called gently, her voice as soft as a lullaby. "I won’t let you die young. That’s why ... Please, accept my offer." She held her a little tighter. "I can set you free."

Hazelle trembled in her arms, her whole body shivering from the inside out.

"What’s the point, Your Majesty?" she asked, her voice shaking. "I’ve been trapped in this kind of life since I was a child. Even if I’m freed ... it doesn’t mean anything will get better."

She still hadn’t admitted that the mark on the back of her neck was a slave seal, but her words were enough to tell Primrose one thing that Hazelle was finally beginning to open up.

[No one has ever hugged me like this before ...] Hazelle thought quietly.

[I can’t even remember the last time someone held me like this. Or maybe ... no one ever has.]

[No ... wait. I think ... maybe my older sister hugged me once?]

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