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

Chapter 170

Alex, who had been stirring his juice absentmindedly, perked up at the question.

"Yeah! Mom took me to the movies once, and we played in the park a few times." He paused, his enthusiasm dimming slightly. "But she's been really busy. Most of the time, she was working."

Charles, sitting across the table, let out a quiet scoff. His expression remained neutral, but there was an unmistakable hint of disdain in his eyes.

Busy? What was Sarah so busy with? Chasing after men?

Charles had a very low image of Sarah. He thought of Linda as a higher and better person.

But every time the topic of Sarah came, he thought her to be a fake woman who is only behind men and chases status without a class.

He didn't say it out loud, of course. He wasn't foolish enough to talk like that in front of Alex. But the thought curled in his mind, distasteful and sharp.

Linda, who had been reading a book in silence, flicked her gaze toward Alex as he absentmindedly reached for the book's cover, tilting his head curiously.

"This looks familiar," he mused, tracing the embossed title with his small fingers. “I think my mom has this book too."

At his words, Linda's fingers, which had been lightly tapping against the pages, stilled.

Cole noticed the subtle shift in her expression.. just for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something unreadable passed through her eyes before she smoothed it away with a practiced smile.

Cole asked, his voice calm. "I didn't know Sarah was interested in these

nodded. "Yeah, she has one that looks

and leaned back in her chair. "Oh,

sharpened slightly

in confusion, looked between them. "Beginner's

a passage with her perfectly manicured nail. "This is the advanced edition, Alex. It's the kind of content that even graduate students struggle with. Most people start with something

it lightly, as if

was probably too little to understand it..

his fingers

her smirk small but knowing. "Isn't it obvious? How could she possibly...." She stopped herself with a soft chuckle, shaking her head as

deep in thought, mumbled, "Maybe Mom

bother correcting him this time, merely offering a dismissive smile before returning her

to steer the conversation elsewhere. His

you back for

words, he managed

had heard about as

fingers tightening around the napkin in her lap as she stared nervously

acted as if she didn't exist. His gaze remained distant, his expression.unreadable, and when he did speak, his words

conversation.