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.

gaze was unfocused, staring at the darkening horizon, lost

to the movies with my mom," he said casually, breaking

his grip on

my mom?" His voice, usually

smugly. "At

eyebrows knitting together. “That's impossible.

to go to the movies. You must have been

eyes. "I'm not

unease curled in his

enjoying the reaction he was getting, added nonchalantly, "And she wasn't alone. She was with another kid-about

words hit Alex like a punch

Another child?

who had been too busy to even

message-she had time to go to the

frustration boiling over before he could stop it. Without thinking, he shot to his feet and shoved

just as spoiled and temperamental, shoved him back.

the quiet evening air. The wind carried their

the first to

the tears pooling in

unspoken emotions

say anything, Alex, unable to contain himself any longer,

wavered, raw

he weighed nothing. "What happened?" His voice was calm, but there was an edge of

repeat what Victor had said. But suddenly, the words

At the movies. With

lump formed,

**tears spilled from his