I struggled against Ethan’s iron grip, my voice breaking with desperation. “Let me go! She killed them both! She killed our daughter and your grandmother!”
“Take her to the east wing,” Ethan instructed Bernard, ignoring my pleas. “Keep her there until Dr. Bennett arrives to treat her leg.”
Bernard nodded solemnly, his aged face creased with concern. “Yes, Alpha King.”
I watched helplessly as Victoria was escorted safely away, disappearing down the corridor without a scratch while my blood dripped onto the floor.
The injustice of it all crashed over me in waves. Victoria had murdered twice and was walking away unscathed. Again.
I twisted in Ethan’s grip, no longer trying to escape but wanting to face him. “Ethan Stone, you’re worse than an animal! Victoria killed your own daughter and the grandmother who loved and protected you! And you just let her, a murderer, go free!”
(Ethan’s POV)
I maintained my hold on Olivia, though I loosened my grip enough to avoid hurting her. Her emerald eyes blazed with a mixture of hatred and despair that twisted something deep inside
- me.
“You need to calm down,” I said, my voice deliberately steady. “You’re injured and not thinking clearly.”
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Olivia laughed bitterly. “Not thinking clearly? I’m the only one seeing clearly in this entire
pack!”
Blood continued to seep from the cuts on her leg, staining the polished floor. The metallic
scent of it filled my nostrils, triggering protective instincts I fought to suppress.
“You need medical attention,” I insisted, nodding to Bernard who approached with a first aid
kit.
“Don’t touch me,” Olivia hissed at the elderly butler, who stepped back respectfully.
I sighed, frustration and grief making my temples throb. My grandmother was dead, and
instead of being able to mourn her properly, I was dealing with Olivia’s violent outburst.
“This has gone too far,” I said, my voice hardening. “You’ve been making these accusations
against Victoria for months without proof.”
Olivia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Without proof? Your grandmother believed me. She had
evidence!”
“What evidence?” I challenged. “All I’ve seen is you clinging to the words of a blackmailer on
his deathbed.”
Roland Warner’s confession about the kidney donor had been troubling, I couldn’t deny that.
But the man was a known criminal with gambling debts. His word alone wasn’t enough to
condemn Victoria.
“Olivia Winters, don’t you understand? Why did Grandmother seek revenge on Victoria? It’s
because you accused Victoria of killing Lily based on just one dying man’s words.
Grandmother believed you…”
I ran a hand through my hair, exhaustion weighing heavily on me. “And now Grandmother is
dead because of an emotional confrontation that never should have happened.”
Olivia stared at me in disbelief. “Are you blaming me for her death?”
“I’m saying that your unfounded accusations set this whole tragedy in motion,” I replied firmly. “My grandmother was elderly and had a heart condition. The stress of confronting Victoria likely triggered her attack.”
I believed what I was saying. Victoria had been restrained the entire time. How could she have
poisoned my grandmother? The substance Dr. Fletcher found could have been anything- medication, herbs from one of Grandmother’s teas.
“This was a tragic accident,” I continued, my Alpha authority coloring my words. “Not murder.”
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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Ethan was actually blaming me for Matriarch Evelyn’s death. The injustice of it burned through me like acid.
My leg throbbed painfully, but I ignored it. Physical pain was nothing compared to the agony of watching Victoria escape justice yet again.
“Ethan Stone! How can you be so blind? One dying man’s words? Do you think Grandmother
and I would want Victoria’s life based on just that?” I demanded, my voice rising with each
word.
Bernard Sheppard cleared his throat softly. “Alpha King, perhaps we should continue this
discussion after Miss Winters has received medical attention.”
Ethan nodded, but I wasn’t finished. The truth had been buried for too long.
“No,” I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous tone. “He needs to hear this now.”
I locked eyes with Ethan, forcing him to face me fully. “It was Victoria Frost who deliberately
redirected Patricia Warner’s kidney that was meant for Lily, causing our daughter to die on the
operating table!”
(Ethan’s POV)
I subconsciously wanted to say “impossible” to defend Victoria.
But when the words came to my mouth, I suddenly remembered where Emma’s kidney came
from.
I was frozen!
