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

gravel as he settled onto the swing beside him. "I just went to the movies with my mom," he said

immediately sat up straighter, his grip on the

saw my mom?" His voice, usually calm, was laced with a sudden

nodded smugly. "At the movie

knitting together. “That's impossible. My mom

to go to the movies.

rolled his eyes. "I'm not

strange unease curled in his stomach, twisting into something

she wasn't alone. She was with another

like a punch

Another child?

answered his calls, who

to go to the movies with

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

as spoiled and temperamental,

carried their shouts through the open

the first to

trembling fists, the tears pooling in his son's eyes, the way Victor stubbornly crossed his arms, his

unspoken emotions hung thick in

unable to contain himself any longer,

His voice wavered, raw with

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

mouth, about to repeat what Victor had said. But suddenly, the

mother. At the movies. With

lump

speaking, **tears spilled