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

Chapter 103

Sarah’s expression remained unreadable. “I didn’t see them,” she replied flatly.

Arnold’s gaze lingered on her face, and a knowing glint entered his eyes. “You saw them. You just ignored them,” he stated, his voice calm yet firm.

Silence stretched between them.

Finally, Arnold sighed and adjusted his watch. “Grandma Lancelot has invited us to dinner at the manor tonight,” he informed her. “She wants you to come.”

Sarah had always made an effort to attend Grandma Lancelot’s invitations in the past.

But today, she didn’t even hesitate before responding. “I have something to do tonight. Maybe next time.”

Arnold’s expression flickered with something–surprise, perhaps even a hint of disappointment–but he quickly masked it. “Sarah-”

She didn’t let him finish. With a polite yet distant smile, she stepped past him and walked away, leaving him standing there.

A moment later, the door to the restroom swung open, and Alex emerged. He looked up at his father and noticed that he was staring in the direction Sarah had gone.

“Dad?” Alex tilted his head. “What are you looking at? Did you see someone you know?”

Arnold hesitated briefly before answering. “It was your mom.”

At the mention of Sarah, Alex’s small face scrunched up in displeasure. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Hmph. She still hasn’t taken me skiing like she promised.”

Arnold’s brows furrowed slightly as he observed his son’s reaction.

moments ago and couldn’t help but wonder if something had

should try to be more understanding. Your mom

He huffed and asked indignantly, “Did she come here to apologize to

his son, his lips parting slightly before he let out a quiet sigh. “No, Alex,” he

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darkened further, and he let out a small, dissatisfied noise

his son’s reaction carefully, his mind

felt different this time–her coldness wasn’t just polite

his chest, but he kept it to himself.

on,” he said finally, placing a hand on Alex’s back and gently

the store, Alex remained silent, but his expression was one of unresolved

thoughts were clouded with something he couldn’t

shook his head, unwilling to explain

“I’ll be heading to

was still brooding over his mother’s supposed neglect, tilted his head in question. “What about Mom?”

answering, “Your mom isn’t coming. It’ll be just

lips pursed

busy,” he muttered, his small hands clenching at his sides. It didn’t

reaction, but he chose not to comment. There were things

coffee when

name on the