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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ironic that my foster parents were killed by their own biological daughter. Such a

absurd twist of fate.

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in the corridor. The door opened to reveal Evelyn Ashworth with

entourage bearing expensive gifts,

time meeting Hugo’s mother in person. Like Dorothea Whitmore, she possessed a distinctive beauty that

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

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my bedside with practiced grace. “I came to

misunderstanding was having someone stab my hand with

cracked. She hadn’t expected

said carefully. “I realize now that

grew more earnest. “I only intended to detain you temporarily.

and cause actual

remained silent, studying her face

compensation,” Evelyn insisted, gesturing

need expensive gifts,” I

she said, her tone brooking no

I reluctantly accepted them. Evelyn’s

warm and caring.

are you feeling? Is the pain

well,

(God’s POV)

Outsid

to enter.

the corridor. He watched through the window but made no

silently. “Won’t

around. “She

when Evelyn exited the room.

waiting.

confusion evident

came to

Evelyn. Her eyebrows rose

After Evelyn and Hugo departed, Marcus entered my room. He moved

blanket with

knows about your injury,” he said calmly.

I nodded without speaking.

he continued

appear before you again.”

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

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