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

Chapter 150

Josiah, still scrolling, dismissed it. "Come on, we need to get back to the manor." Victor didn't argue. But the thought stuck with him.

The Manor:

By the time Josiah and Victor arrived at Lancelot Manor, the evening had settled

in fully, wrapping the grand estate in a warm glow of lantern light.

The manor was alive with murmured conversations, the clinking of crystal glasses, and the occasional sound of distant laughter.

Elegant chandeliers cast a golden hue over the parlor, where guests moved about in hushed discussions.

Adrian was already there, seated beside Arnold in the grand sitting room, his usual composed demeanor giving nothing away.

He was sipping a glass of whiskey, his fingers slowly rotating the tumbler, his gaze thoughtful.

Arnold, his posture as strong and unyielding as ever, nodded politely at something Adrian said, but his attention flickered to the entrance as Josiah and Victor stepped in.

Victor, always bratty and dismissive of Sarah, transformed in front of Arnold and Adrian. His childish arrogance vanished, replaced by carefully practiced politeness. His tone was smooth, almost rehearsed as he greeted them with a bright smile.

"Uncle Arnold, Grandpa Adrian."

Adrian barely acknowledged him, offering a curt nod. Arnold, on the other hand, merely raised an eyebrow, recognizing the boy's shifting behavior but saying nothing.

Josiah, without lingering, gestured toward the back garden. "Go play with Alex," she instructed Victor before turning back to the adults, already shifting into conversation.

Outside, under the dimming sky, the air was cooler, crisp with the promise of an approaching autumn night.

The swings creaked softly as Alex lazily pushed himself back and forth, his small hands gripping the chains without much enthusiasm.

was unfocused, staring at the darkening horizon, lost in his

swing beside him. "I just went to the

his grip on the swing tightening. His heart skipped a

His voice, usually calm,

smugly. "At

small eyebrows knitting together. “That's

go to the movies. You must have

not mistaken. It was

clenched. A strange unease curled in his stomach, twisting into something

she wasn't alone. She was with

Alex like a punch

Another child?

hadn't answered his calls, who had been too busy to

to go to

face turned red, frustration boiling over before he could stop it. Without thinking, he shot to his feet

temperamental, shoved him back. "I'm not

angry, cutting through the quiet evening air. The wind carried their shouts through the open windows

the first

the tears pooling in his son's eyes,

emotions hung thick in the

contain himself

wavered, raw

he weighed nothing. "What happened?" His

about to repeat what Victor had said. But suddenly, the words felt too

mother. At the movies. With another

throat tightened. A lump formed,

of speaking, **tears spilled