After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 161: She was the real daughter of Family Whitmore

Chapter 161: She was the real daughter of Family Whitmore

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

Victoria Blackwood’s eyes blazed with fury as she stepped closer to me. Her face was flushed with anger and grief.

“I just watched the surveillance footage,” she said, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you know what I saw?” I remained silent, my hands clenched at my sides.

“If Marcus hadn’t turned the steering wheel toward your side at the last second, the driver’s seat wouldn’t have taken such severe damage,” Victoria continued, her words cutting through me like knives.

Her voice rose higher. “Werewolf instinct is self–preservation! Yet my son chose to protect you instead of himself!”

Victoria’s eyes filled with tears of anger. “Except for parents protecting their children, who else in this world would do such a thing?”

She pointed an accusing finger at me. “Elena, if you had any heart at all, you wouldn’t say such cold–blooded words in this situation!”

I unconsciously clenched my fists tighter. The truth of her words hit me like physical blows.

I couldn’t find any response. The weight of Marcus’s sacrifice pressed down on my chest.

The emergency room light suddenly turned green. Dr. Scott emerged first, followed by Director Henry Baker.

Victoria rushed forward immediately. “Doctor, how is my son’s condition?”

Dr. Scott removed his surgical mask, his expression relieved. “The surgery was successful.”

Director Baker stepped forward to explain. “Fortunately, the heart were not damaged. Alpha Marcus only needs proper rest to recover fully.”

Victoria’s legs nearly gave out with relief. She pressed her hand to her chest, breathing heavily.

her shoulder. “I told you Marcus would

whispered, tears streaming

staff began wheeling Marcus’s gurney toward the recovery ward. The Blackwood

standing in the corridor, watching them disappear around the corner. My feet felt rooted to

floor.

turned and walked toward

in the empty

through the evening shadows. I looked up to see Adrian Whitmore and Jacob

tense with worry as he stopped in front of me. “Are

my head, my voice

you and Marcus,” Adrian said, his eyes scanning my face for injuries. “Are you hurt beyond that forehead

minor injuries,” I reassured

hearing

me drive you back to

traffic made me tense. The trauma from the

extra carefully. He avoided sudden turns and maintained a steady, gentle

escorted me upstairs. His protective presence was comforting

suddenly asked, “Elena, you have Rh–negative blood, don’t

to look

of certainty and emotion. “You really are

silence,

complex mix of joy and pain. “I

through his hair. “When you asked about my and Mother’s

strange.”

be problematic, I investigated in that direction,” Adrian continued. “I discovered her blood

previous identification had been

a weight lift from my shoulders. “The combination of Rh–negative blood,

world,” Adrian said