The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Rage in The Duke’s Office (II)

"Damn it! I even kept his gift hanging in my office this whole time!"

Primrose hissed softly when she realized that the phoenix painting that had always hung in her father’s office was actually a gift from the Duke of Obsidia, from the Kingdom of Nerathis.

She had praised that painting so many times, and now that she remembered all this, Primrose wanted nothing more than to throw up.

"Father, you need to calm down," Edmund said gently, speaking to him like he was a child. "If you keep getting angry like this, you might get a heart attack. I heard that’s a serious illness for humans."

Instead of calming down, Lazarus became even more upset. "What?! Why are you suddenly bragging about your perfect health?! Yes, humans are weak!"

Primrose pinched the bridge of her nose. Her father must be so angry that he even thought Edmund was making fun of him.

"Father, don’t yell at my husband," Primrose reminded him. "He didn’t insult you at all. Calm down now, or I’ll ban you from eating delicious food for a week!"

"Don’t you dar—" Lazarus started to shout and even lifted his hand as if he wanted to point at her, but he stopped himself right away. He straightened his back and lowered his hand. "No, I won’t yell again. I’m sorry."

That was just how her father was. Lazarus and Primrose argued almost every day. Sometimes they raised their voices or teased each other. But when he was truly angry—not joking, not acting playful, but really upset—he would never yell at his daughter. He didn’t even dare raise his voice.

Some of his friends thought it was ridiculous, since they would never hesitate to yell at their children when they were angry.

But Lazarus would always say, "My wife gave her life to bring our daughter into this world. I won’t ruin something as precious as the part of my wife that remains."

Of course, sometimes he still lost control and raised his voice. But afterward, he would always apologize, or like now, he would desperately try to calm himself.

"Oh, Father..." Primrose’s gaze softened. "You didn’t know anything about the Duke of Obsidia, so it wasn’t your fault for liking the painting so much. Besides, I have to admit the painting really is magnificent."

Lazarus took several deep breaths before finally speaking again. "You’re right. This is just a mistake."

"Yes. You didn’t do anything wrong," Primrose said gently. "You simply didn’t know. But... if you still feel guilty, you can make it up to us by letting us use your dungeon."

This time, Lazarus struggled even harder to hold back the anger boiling inside him. But when he could no longer contain it, he turned his whole body toward Edmund instead of his daughter.

"How could you only ask for permission now, when you’ve already brought that abominable man into my dungeon!"

"I’ve never even used it to torture people!!" Lazarus shouted again at Edmund, almost as if he wanted to throw him out of the room with just his voice. "I don’t want my dungeon stained with blood!"

The truth was, Lazarus almost never used the dungeon under the manor. Maybe only twice or three times, and only as a temporary prison when someone committed embezzlement or serious violence.

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