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.

been working nonstop. It’s not that I don’t want to cook for you, but I can’t make the trip today. You can tell the Nanny to prepare something for you, just this

past, Sarah would have dropped everything to fulfill

it was making his favorite meal or helping him with something trivial, she had always put him and Arnold

days, too, were behind

his mother. “I don’t care if you’re busy,” he said stubbornly. “You’re my mom, and you’re supposed to take

phone onto the table, his frustration simmered into anger.

Sarah to call back, apologize, and rush home to make his

was how it

stretched, and no

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workspace, Sarah felt a dull ache forming at

the sharp ding of a notification on

attention.

a message

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

scrolling through her calendar.

handover schedule was tight, and she was already pushing herself to meet the

typed

everything ready in the next few days. Let me confirm the

response was Instant.

*Thanks, Sarah. We’re counting on you. Things are chaotic here, and your

development plans, diving deep into design specifics

and the tension of

Alex paced the living room,

to the empty room. “She *has* to