Fated To The Cursed Lycan Prince

Fated to the Cursed Lycan Prince by Dark Knight

Chapter 897 Camping Plan

Crystal’s POV:

Deceiving the children meant I had already succeeded in carrying out half of the plan. I sauntered over to the balcony, basking in my victory. I poured myself half a glassof wine, one that I had made myself last year, and sat myself down on the rocking chair to enjoy the moon. The kids were leaving to go camping tomorrow. I know that they would be very sad the moment they found out that I had gone, especially Arron.

The longer I thought about that, the more I felt guilty. So, I made my way to the kitchen and made their favorite cookies.

Once I finished baking the cookies, I placed them in a sealed bag so the kids could take it with them tomorrow. I remembered that they also needed mosquito repellent. Beryl got easily bitten by mosquitos. Coming back from a garden or park, I would notice the many bite marks on her legs and arms.

As I was packing up their things, the hesitation in me to leave became stronger and stronger. It would be the first time that I was going to leave them for a long while, and I could not familiarize myself with the feeling.

“Sylvia, please. You need to stop overthinking. It’s almost dawn and you should get some sleep.” I heard Yana yawn as she encouraged me to go to bed.

I responded to her in agreement. Still, I made sure to spend another moment to double check if all my children’s camping bags was ready. Once I was sure, I went to my room to get some sleep.

be with my children. When noon came, we all went to the amusement park together. Beryl and Arron were so excited and played for as long

informed me that it

drove my kids to the designated gathering area myself. I noticed that Arron was acting sad after getting out of the car.

upset?” I sent comforting strokes down Arron’s back as his behavior was

wrapped

spoke with her childish voice and raised her head at me. “It will

head and looked into my eyes to confirm,

up in me again and

in an attempt

on his head. I said to him, “Take good care of your sister,

worry, Mommy. We’ll be fine!” It was a rare occasion for Beryl to behave obed*iently and not contradict

“Honey, you

I know, Mommy. You can go

my kids, still hesitant. But I watched them walk

the sound of familiar footsteps coming from behind me stopped