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.

“I told you Marcus would be fine.

Goddess,” Victoria whispered, tears streaming

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

them disappear around the corner. My feet felt rooted

floor.

silence, finally turned and walked toward the hospital exit. My footsteps

in the

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

as he stopped

my voice coming out hoarse.

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

minor injuries,” I reassured him.

visibly relaxed upon hearing this. He

drive you back to your

traffic made me tense. The trauma from the recent accident had left me hypersensitive to

carefully. He avoided sudden turns and

escorted me upstairs. His protective presence was comforting after the

Adrian suddenly asked, “Elena, you have

to look at him. “How did you

certainty and emotion. “You really

a moment of silence,

complex mix of joy and pain. “I knew it. I believed

a hand through his hair. “When you asked about my and Mother’s blood types that day, I found

strange.”

investigated in that

“The previous identification had

combination of Rh–negative blood, being adopted,

said firmly.