Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 48

Cody rubbed his temples, muttering under his breath, “What is going on here? She’s not even pretending to care anymore

But Sarah paid no attention to Cody’s disbelief.

Once Megan understood the process, Sarah excused herself, leaving the office without so much as a backward glance,

At home, Sarah immersed herself in her work, sketching designs at her drafting table.

The lines of her pencil flowed across the paper, creating intricate patterns and shapes.

Her mind was focused and clear, a rare and precious state she cherished.

Then her phone buzzed, pulling her attention away.

She picked it up and saw Alex’s name flashing on the screen.

With a sigh, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Mom,” Alex said, his tone direct, “can you come home and cook dinner for me?”

Sarah’s pencil paused mid–stroke. “Alex,” she said carefully, “I’m in the middle of something important. I can’t drop everything and come over right now. Maybe another time.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, followed by Alex’s indignant reply.

“What? You’re too busy to cook for me? Mom, come on. I’m hungry, and I want your cooking.”

Sarah exhaled slowly, pinching the bridge of her nose.

I’m on a tight deadline. I’ve been working nonstop. It’s not that I don’t want to cook for you, but I can’t make the trip

past, Sarah would have dropped everything to fulfill

meal or helping him with something trivial, she had always put him and Arnold at the center of her

those days, too, were behind her.

stubbornly. “You’re my mom, and you’re supposed to take

the table, his frustration simmered

muttered to himself. He expected Sarah to call back,

was how it always

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a dull

the sharp ding of a notification on her laptop

attention.

a message from Leo..

we expect the original drafts? I’m drowning here without your

sighed, scrolling through

schedule was tight, and she was already pushing herself to

typed

few days. Let me confirm

response was Instant.

are chaotic here, and your designs are

launched into a discussion about the company’s development plans, diving deep into

in the conversation, and the tension of deadlines

Alex paced the living room, his stomach growling.

he muttered, half to himself and half to the empty room. “She *has* to come. She