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

Chapter 95

“We’d love to stay longer, but there’s another business reception we promised to attend,” a woman explained, setting down her barely touched drink before rising from her seat.

“Yes, we have to go as well,” another guest added. “It’s a big event–everyone’s talking about it.”

Soon, more followed, murmuring similar reasons as they left.

As the evening wore on, Sarah and Alexander found themselves exchanging uneasy glances.

The once–lively banquet had begun to empty at an alarming rate, and the chatter that had once filled the room faded into silence.

One by one, guests made their polite excuses, murmuring something about prior commitments, before slipping out the door.

At first, it seemed like mere coincidence.

But when Alexander overheard a whispered conversation between two departing guests, his expression darkened.

“They’re all going to Linda’s opening banquet,” he murmured to Sarah, keeping his voice low.

Sarah stiffened. “Linda? As in… Linda’s family?”

Alexander nodded grimly. “They deliberately scheduled their company’s grand opening for tonight. And it looks like they made sure to invite nearly everyone who was supposed to be here.”

Sarah’s grip on her wine glass tightened. Her mind raced, but the more she thought about it, the clearer it became–this was no accident.

family had chosen this day on purpose, making sure that the old lady’s birthday

used

sharply, shaking his head in frustration. “I can’t believe they’d stoop this low.”

was about to respond when she noticed her grandmother watching the dwindling crowd with

yet instead of reacting with visible anger,

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Chapter 95

a birthday,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Not

some

anything, there was an air of acceptance–resignation, even.

began hesitantly.

listen to me. You must never punish yourself for the

but deeply meaningful. And then it struck Sarah–the deeper implication hidden beneath them.

just talking about tonight.

talking about the past. About how Clark, Sarah’s father, had

and heartbreak, had eventually walked

crossed Sarah’s face. The pain of those years still lingered like a shadow, but she

room, Clara was

fork onto her plate with a sharp clatter, her face burning with

blazing. “To do something like this on purpose… and on Grandma’s birthday, no less! Do they have no sense

fuming, muttered under