The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 86: A Doctor’s Diagnose

There was an unwritten rule among women, a sacred rule that no one was allowed to break: never comment on a woman’s body.

Most people followed that rule, at least not out loud. Especially when the woman was someone important, like a noble or someone well-respected.

They knew better than to say something so rude directly to her face.

But thoughts?

People didn’t hold back in their thoughts.

And unfortunately for Primrose, she could hear them all, as clear as if they’d said them out loud.

Ever since the moment she came back to life, she had heard all kinds of judgments about her body, whether from people like that bitch Leah or just some random maids.

Sometimes, they’d think she looked too skinny, like nothing but bones with a bit of flesh. Other times, they’d say she’d gained a bit of weight.

Primrose always tried to ignore those thoughts. But honestly, deep down, she just wished everyone would stop commenting on her body altogether, even in their minds.

She was sick of it. Absolutely fed up.

And sometimes, she felt like she might explode every time she caught a single thought about her weight.

[She’s living far too comfortably here,] Silas thought with disdain. [How can she live so easily among beasts when so many humans are still suffering because of these wild animals?]

Primrose frowned slightly.

The beasts were the ones making humans suffer?

Sure, she had heard stories about beasts killing humans, sometimes to steal, sometimes simply to massacre. It was easy to believe, especially when the tales were full of blood and fire.

However, the more she looked into those stories, the more she realized most of them had the same reason behind them: revenge.

Many of the beasts who killed had done it because their own kind had been killed first.

An eye for an eye, they said.

Beasts might be stronger, but when humans grouped together—carrying torches and blades—they could still kill one or two beasts. Especially if the beast wasn’t a fighter.

And yet, when a beast lashed out, they were instantly called monsters.

But when a crowd of humans burned a beast alive, it was called a victory.

In her first life, Primrose had also thought beasts were nothing more than wild creatures who happened to speak, but that didn’t mean she had despised them.

She had only hated her situation, being forced to marry into a kingdom of strangers.

As long as the beasts didn’t hurt her, she didn’t care about them.

Fortunately, that changed once she could hear their thoughts.

And slowly, she started to understand something she had never seen before: Beasts weren’t all that different from humans.

They laughed. They cried. They loved. They felt pain. They protected their families and mourned their losses.

In the end, they weren’t monsters.

They were just people, who were living, breathing. People with hearts that could break just like anyone else’s.

"There’s nothing too serious with your condition, Your Majesty," Silas said, offering a gentle smile. "It’s only a fever. I’ll prepare a herbal remedy for you. Once you drink it, you’ll start feeling better."

Primrose turned her head toward Edmund. She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. ’See? It’s just a fever. You really didn’t have to worry this much.’

Even though Silas had poisoned her in her past life, that didn’t mean he would lie to her the moment he started working as her personal doctor.

At least, not on his first day.

Are you sure about that?" Edmund asked, his tone icy cold.

He didn’t even try to soften his voice the way he usually did when talking to his wife.

"Her body is burning up, and she can’t even sleep properly. I don’t want you giving the wrong diagnosis."

Silas narrowed his eyes slightly, though the polite smile on his face remained.

It was clear he took Edmund’s words as a threat.

To be fair, they did sound more like a warning than genuine concern for a more thorough check-up.

"I have never misdiagnosed a patient, Your Majesty," Silas said calmly. "Her Majesty is simply exhausted. A good night’s rest and herbal medicine will be enough, and she should recover by morning."

[This king ... I thought he wouldn’t care about his wife. But if he’s this protective, he could become a problem.]

Oh.

Primrose had guessed that her current relationship with Edmund would make it harder for Silas to pull anything suspicious, but hearing that exact thought in his mind still gave her a sense of relief.

It had started with small steps. Talking to Edmund. Earning his trust. Letting him mark her.

She hadn’t even realized how much those small moments had changed the path of her story.

Now, Edmund was no longer the cold stranger from her past life.

He was someone who would stand between her and the people who once hurt her, even if he didn’t fully realize it himself.

"If anything happens to Her Majesty tonight," Silas said, bowing his head slightly to Edmund, "please don’t hesitate to call for me."

"If something bad happens to my wife after your examination," Edmund said slowly, his voice getting lower and colder, "then you won’t be allowed to treat her ever again, Doctor."

His icy-blue eyes gleamed faintly in the dim lighting, and something about the way he stared made it hard to look directly at him for too long.

There was a hidden threat behind his words, one that even a fool would understand.

[I should’ve hired more doctors for my wife,] Edmund thought. [Sometimes, a doctor can misdiagnose something, so it’s always better to get a second or third opinion.]

Did he think that way in her first life too?

Now that she remembered, Primrose had been surprised back then when she ended up with three doctors assigned to her.

She used to assume they were there for the entire palace staff, but in truth, those doctors never treated anyone else. Just her.

Three doctors for one human.

It had felt like too much at the time, but now it made sense.

Edmund had always seen her as a delicate, fragile flower. To him, one doctor wasn’t enough. He wanted to make sure she was cared for from every angle.

"I’ll do my best to make sure Her Majesty recovers fully," Silas said with a polite bow.

To anyone else in the room, he might have sounded calm and respectful.

But not to Primrose.

She saw it, the subtle shift in his eyes. The flash of something darker behind the smile.

[She’ll be fine for now ... but who knows what will happen later.]