The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 112: The Father Who Loves His Daughter

Edmund stiffened the moment he heard Lazarus’ words.

[Have I been treating my wife well? I don’t know ... she’s been crying a lot in front of me.]

[Does that mean I’m a terrible husband? Yes, I must be. I’m awful.]

He lowered his head even more, too guilty to say a word to his father-in-law.

[I’m such a bad husband. Maybe I really deserve to die.]

Primrose was speechless at hearing his thoughts. Each day, it felt like he was getting more and more dramatic.

She wiped her tears roughly with her sleeve, sniffled, and spoke through soft sobs. "He’s treating me well," she said quietly. "My husband has been so kind to me. It’s me who’s not good enough for him."

Those words should be enough to calm him down, right?

[Why is my wife putting herself down like that? I’m the useless one, not her!!]

[Is she scared I’ll get angry if she tells her father the truth?]

What kind of truth?!

In her first life, sure, he had been a bad husband because he was always trying to avoid her and leaving her feeling lonely.

But this time, he had tried so hard to make his wife happy and had learned how to communicate with Primrose.

He was far from perfect, but that didn’t make him a bad husband.

Even Primrose wasn’t a perfect wife yet.

"I’m not good at all," Edmund suddenly blurted out, voice cracking a little. "But my wife is perfect for me."

What kind of son-in-law would openly call himself terrible right in front of his father-in-law?!

Primrose’s tears instantly dried up out of pure frustration with her husband. "No! I’m not perfect at all!"

Primrose ran to Edmund and clung to his arm. "Since the first day I arrived here, my husband has given me a comfortable room, so much delicious food, and ... and he even always brings me lots of gifts!"

Edmund shook his head firmly. "No! My wife has done more than I ever could! She’s trying so hard to learn how to be a good queen, and she even wants to give me a chi—"

Primrose immediately slapped her hand over his mouth.

She glared at him like she was screaming silently, "Don’t say that in front of my father!"

If strangers knew about their sex life, she wouldn’t have cared that much.

But if it was her father?

That would just be extremely awkward!

[Why are they bickering like little kids?] he thought. [But ... they don’t seem unhappy at all.]

He relaxed slightly, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

[I used to lie awake at night, worrying that my daughter would be miserable after marrying into the beast kingdom.]

[If only the emperor hadn’t threatened to exile both of us if I refused the marriage proposal, I never would have let her go.]

[I could’ve survived being banished. But Rosie ... she’s been my little princess since the day she was born. I wasn’t sure she could survive a life without comfort and love.]

Primrose froze for a moment.

The Emperor of Vellmoria had also threatened to exile her and her father?

How many threats had the Emperor actually thrown at the Duke of Illvaris and the King of Noctvaris?

But among all the confusing thoughts, one thing stood out and made Primrose’s heart ache—

Both her father and her husband had been thinking about her well-being when they made their choices.

Her father had been right.

No matter how badly Primrose wanted to live with him, she wouldn’t have survived exile.

Unlike Noctvaris, where exiles were sent to freezing lands, the Emperor of Vellmoria exiled people to barren, scorching places, where the sun could kill and water was nearly impossible to find.

People died there from thirst.

Not only that, the place was full of criminals, and people often said it was terribly unsafe for women, especially beautiful young women.

If Primrose had been exiled there, she might have ended up passed around among the men like a prize, and of course, Lazarus would never allow such a fate to befall his beloved daughter.

But still ... why had her father been so sure that Primrose would be safer in the land of beasts?

[If I hadn’t known the Lycan King well enough, I would’ve run away with my daughter.]

Wait, what?

Since when did her father know Edmund? Primrose didn’t even remember him ever stepping foot in the Kingdom of Noctvaris!

"It seems like you’re doing well here," Lazarus said, smiling gently as he motioned for his daughter to come closer. "Our home has been so quiet since you left."

As her father had once told her, Primrose had always been full of energy and life.

Whenever she saw something she liked, she would jump around happily and giggle.

Whenever she saw bugs or anything frightening, she would scream at the top of her lungs.

More than that, Primrose often hosted tea parties with her friends and invited many guests to the Illvaris Manor.

Because of her, their home had always been lively, filled with the sound of laughter and the sweet scent of perfume.

But after Primrose left, the manor had become so quiet that Lazarus started to suffer from loneliness.

Lazarus had once wished for a little peace, but when he finally got it, all he wanted was to hear his daughter’s loud voice again.

"Father ..." Primrose tugged lightly at the edge of Lazarus’s cloak. "I want to go home too."

As soon as those words left her mouth, Edmund’s mind exploded with panic.

[My wife wants to leave! She wants to leave me!]

[Is it because I stayed away too long? Or the food? Or because no one smiled at her?]

[Or maybe ... maybe the color of her bedroom is too dull?!]

Before Edmund could voice any of his frantic thoughts, Primrose hurriedly added, "I-it’s not like I want to run away from here! What I mean is ... I just want to go home for a few days, then come back again." She laughed awkwardly.

"But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to live with you anymore, Father. It’s just ... I’m a wife now."

She hissed quietly to herself. It felt like she had managed to hurt both of them with just one sentence.

Lazarus let out a deep sigh. "I know, my dear. I understand," he said with a warm smile. "You’re the Queen of Noctvaris now. It’s only natural that you have a new home."

Primrose blurted without thinking, "You can live with me! The palace has so many bedrooms, way more than our manor, so ... so ..."

If only it were that simple.

"Silly child," Lazarus chuckled softly. He gently patted her head.

He gazed into her golden eyes with nothing but love. "How could I abandon my people and my duties?"

[If I leave, whoever takes my place might not treat them well. I could end up making my people suffer.]

[As much as I want to stay by my daughter’s side, it’s impossible for us to live together again in the same place.]

As she listened to her father’s gentle words, Primrose couldn’t stop the tears from slipping down her cheeks again. "I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Why are you apologizing?" Lazarus asked in confusion.

"I’ve never done anything for you," Primrose sobbed, clutching the front of his coat like a lost child. "Instead of staying by your side, I left you all alone."

She hiccupped through her tears, forcing the words out. "If you want ... you can remarry. I won’t be upset. I just want you to be happy."

Lazarus frowned, brushing her hair back from her tear-streaked face.

"Why would I marry again?" he said softly. "Marriage isn’t the only way to heal loneliness."

He wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs, his touch tender and warm.

"You don’t have to think about me, Rosie. I never wanted you to feel like you owed me anything."

"Why?" Primrose cried louder, her heart aching. "Do you think I’m such a terrible daughter that I can’t even make you proud?"

"You’re wrong," Lazarus whispered. "I never wanted you to feel burdened by me, because the only thing that matters to me ... is seeing you happy."

"You are my daughter," he said, his voice sounding tender. "You are my greatest blessing. Nothing you could ever do would change that."

"I brought you into this world. It’s my job to love you, protect you, and support you and I’ll not demand anything in return."

Primrose lowered her head, covering her face with her hands in a desperate attempt to stop crying. "It’s not fair," she whispered. "I want to see you happy too."

In her first life, Primrose wasn’t even sure if her father had lived much longer after her death.

But one thing was certain, his heart must have been shattered when he heard the news that his beloved daughter had died.

And when she thought about that, the guilt weighed even heavier on her chest.

She could have answered his letters.

It would have been so easy.

But instead, out of fear of feeling sadness, she ended up hurting him even more.

She thought bitterly to herself that someone like her didn’t deserve a second chance at life. She deserved to be thrown into hell.