After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 135

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Chapter 135: Confessions and Confrontations

Chapter 135: Confessions and Confrontations

(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)

I stopped at the doorway, my hand frozen on the handle. Sophia’s desperate voice echoed behind me.

“Don’t you want to know who saved you when you were kidn*pped years ago!”

I turned slowly, my golden eyes meeting her tear–streaked face. “What did you say?”

Sophia struggled against her restraints, her voice cracking with desperation. “I lied to you, Marcus. I wasn’t

the one who saved you.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. Ten years of believing her story, ten years of feeling indebted to her.

“I can tell you who really saved you,” she continued, her voice growing stronger. “But I have one condition.”

I stepped closer, my jaw clenched. “You’re in no position to make demands.”

“If you accept my terms, I’ll never appear before you and Elena again,” she whispered. “I’ll disappear

completely from your lives.”

I stared at her broken form on the operating table. The woman I’d protected for years had been living a lie.

“Tell me,” I said coldly.

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

One week later, I sat in the examination chair as the pack nurse carefully removed the stitches from my right

hand. The silver wound had healed, but my grip remained weak.

Jane handed me a pair of chopsticks. “Try holding these.”

I attempted to grasp them, but they slipped from my fingers immediately. The simple task felt impossible.

“Elena, will you ever be able to hold a scalpel again?” Jane’s voice was filled with worry.

I forced a smile, trying to comfort her despite being the patient. “I’m still young. I’ll recover.”

Jane’s expression darkened with anger. “Whoever hurt you should die for this.”

I examined the scar on my right hand with calm detachment. The crimson birthmark on Sophia’s wrist

flashed through my memory.

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in the corridor.

entourage bearing expensive gifts,

Like Dorothea Whitmore, she

me, her brow furrowed slightly. “You look familiar, but I can’t place

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grace. “I came to

met her gaze directly. “Lady Ashworth’s misunderstanding was having someone stab my hand

composed expression cracked. She hadn’t expected such blunt

what happened,” she said carefully. “I realize now that I was manipulated by Sophia

intended to detain you temporarily. I never expected

and cause actual

her face

as compensation,” Evelyn insisted,

don’t need expensive gifts,” I

brooking no argument. “It’s the least I can

reluctantly accepted

warm and caring.

you feeling? Is the pain

recovering well,

(God’s POV)

Outsid

to enter.

He watched through the window but made no

appeared behind him silently. “Won’t you

turn around. “She

was interrupted when Evelyn exited the room. She looked

waiting.

confusion

came to check on my

wasn’t lost on Evelyn. Her eyebrows rose slightly at

Blackwood’s POV) After Evelyn and Hugo departed, Marcus entered my room.

adjusted my blanket

about your injury,” he said

I nodded without speaking.

hand has been permanently disabled,” he continued with complete composure. “She

appear before you again.”

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over the past six years, but seeing his decisive rejection of

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