Free Web NovelChapter 543: The Queen Who Faced Their Hatred (II)
Primrose didn’t take those words to heart because she understood their pain.
[How dare she smile like that in front of us?] Mrs. Moretz thought bitterly. [This human disgusts me. She disgusts me so much that I want to rip her face apart.]
Primrose didn’t budge at all, but even though she could understand the pain of a mother who had lost her child, she could still feel the pain of facing Mrs. Moretz’s hatred.
"We found your daughter," Primrose finally said, doing her best to stay calm. "She’s alive and healthy now, but... I hope you can understand that she may not be the same daughter you remember."
Mrs. Moretz’s eyes trembled, while Mr. Moretz clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, trying to hold back his anger.
"What did they do to her?" Mrs. Moretz asked softly.
Primrose looked at her for a long moment. Her brows lowered slightly, and when she spoke again, her voice was incredibly soft. "I’m sorry, Mrs. Moretz."
Even without words, anyone could imagine what happened to a woman who had been kidnapped and locked away for years.
They could guess what kind of misery Evelia and the other kidnapped women had endured all this time.
Right at that second, Mrs. Moretz broke into tears. Her knees buckled until she collapsed onto the cold floor.
"My baby..." she cried. "She didn’t deserve any of this."
Her husband quickly wrapped his arms around her, but after a while, even he could no longer hold back his tears.
A few moments later, Mrs. Moretz lifted her tearful eyes toward Primrose. "You..." Her voice shook violently. "What did we ever do to your kind?! What terrible thing did we do for you to keep taking everything from us?!"
[They keep calling us monsters, but how can they say that when they’re the ones doing monstrous things?!] Mrs. Moretz screamed in her mind.
Beside her, Mr. Moretz’s thoughts were no better. [They’re monsters... I want to kill them all. I really want to kill them all! How dare the Lycan King take a human woman as his wife and make her our Queen?!]
[Ridiculous!]
"I’m sorry," Primrose said again, even more softly this time. "I truly am sorry."
"Your apology won’t bring back what we lost," Mr. Moretz said coldly while glaring at her. "Those words mean nothing."
Primrose stayed silent after that, allowing them to throw all their anger and pain at her until her ears almost felt numb.
After standing there for who knew how long, the door of the room finally opened again. Edmund stepped into the room with Evelia standing quietly behind him.
For a brief second, his eyes met Primrose’s before he turned toward Evelia’s parents. "My wife must have already explained why I asked you to come here," Edmund said calmly.
He then gestured for Evelia to walk forward first. "Your daughter is here, Mr. and Mrs. Moretz," Edmund said softly.
The moment those words left Edmund’s mouth, the entire room fell silent.
Mrs. Moretz slowly lifted her head from her husband’s shoulder, her tear-filled eyes immediately landing on the young woman standing in front of Edmund.
For a second, she could not breathe. "Evelia?" her voice cracked.
Evelia froze instantly. Her body looked healthy now, and the bruises and wounds she once carried had mostly healed, but the fear inside her eyes still remained. She looked at her parents like someone staring at a dream she was too afraid to touch.
Mrs. Moretz suddenly covered her mouth with both hands as fresh tears poured down her cheeks. "It’s really you..." she whispered brokenly.
Mr. Moretz’s body stiffened as he stared at his daughter in disbelief. His lips trembled several times before any words finally came out. "My daughter..."
Evelia’s fingers curled tightly beside her body. She wanted to move forward, she wanted to run into their arms immediately, but at the same time, fear chained her feet to the floor.
Would they still love her after knowing what happened to her?
Would they still look at her the same way?
Years of suffering had already carved those fears deep into her heart.
Mrs. Moretz noticed the hesitation in her daughter’s eyes, and her expression shattered completely.
Without caring about anything else, she rushed forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Evelia.
"My baby..." she sobbed loudly. "My baby... I’m so sorry... I’m so sorry we couldn’t find you sooner..."
Evelia’s eyes widened in shock. For several seconds, her body remained stiff inside her mother’s embrace, and then suddenly, she broke down.
A trembling sob escaped her lips as she clutched her mother’s clothes desperately, as if afraid this moment would disappear if she let go.
"Mother..." Evelia cried weakly. "Mother..."
Mr. Moretz quickly walked toward them and pulled both his wife and daughter into his arms.
The three of them cried together in the middle of the room.
Primrose could not help but smile as she gently wiped away the tears filling her eyes. When she turned her head, her gaze met Edmund’s once again.
[Let me handle the rest, my wife,] his voice echoed softly in her mind. [You can wait for me outside.]
Primrose looked at the Moretz family one last time before quietly stepping toward the door. As she passed by Edmund, she intentionally brushed her hand lightly against his and that small touch alone gave her a little comfort after listening to so many painful words earlier.
"Your Majesty," Callen greeted the moment she stepped out of the room. "Are you alright?"
Primrose smiled and nodded lightly. "Yes, I just need some fresh air. Why don’t we take a walk together, Sir Callen?"
"Of course, Your Majesty," Callen said warmly.
Primrose didn’t walk too far away, nor did she go outside because the weather was a bit cold today. In the end, she stopped near a large window, quietly looking at the endless snow outside.
"They’re playing out there," Primrose murmured softly as she watched several women carefully stepping into the snow.
At first, they looked awkward and unsure of what to do. But little by little, laughter began to fill the air as they started throwing snowballs at one another. Even the soldiers guarding them eventually became targets of the playful attacks.
"Yes, they are playing," Callen said with a faint smile.
Standing beside Primrose, he lowered his voice gently. "All because of you."
