Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 82: Hundred Rape Case

In the luxurious hall of a grand villa, the atmosphere was thick with tension. An elderly man, clearly the patriarch of the household, sat sternly on the main seat of the hall. His back was straight, his expression thunderous, and his eyes burned with restrained fury. In front of him stood a middle-aged man with his head bowed low, shoulders stiffened under the weight of shame. Around them, several men and women stood silently, maintaining a careful distance from the confrontation.

The old man suddenly erupted, his voice booming through the hall.

"How did you raise such a bastard? Tell me! Didn’t you know what kind of son you were bringing up? Did you ever do your duty as a parent? Look at this mess!" His voice cracked near the end, and the fury seemed to overwhelm him... his chest heaved, and he started coughing violently.

A middle-aged woman rushed to his side in alarm. "Dad, please calm down," she said softly, handing him a glass of water. He took a few sips, and gradually, the coughing subsided.

Trying to bring some control to the situation, she continued, "We’re all doing our best to find the woman who attacked Luke. She was clever enough to disable all the CCTV cameras in the area before the incident. But we’ve compiled a list of all the women who could’ve possibly held a grudge against him. Eyewitnesses gave us a partial description. We’re narrowing it down... we’ll find her soon."

The old man slammed his fist on the armrest, his eyes now bloodshot with fury. "You’re missing the point! There are over a hundred names on that list. One hundred! Do you hear me?" His voice broke with disgust. "How could our family raise such a beast? A monster! Honestly, I wouldn’t blame that woman if she came back and took his other leg too."

He broke into another coughing fit, this one harsher than before. This time, a trace of blood stained the handkerchief he brought to his mouth. Panic erupted in the room as family members rushed to support him, their faces painted with fear and disbelief.

***

Meanwhile, in a serene courtyard surrounded by flourishing greenery and fragrant flowers, a scholarly-looking man in his fifties sat in a garden chair. Dressed neatly in a traditional robe, he calmly sipped his morning tea while listening to his secretary, who stood before him, reciting a detailed report.

After the reporting ended, the man slowly set his teacup down and asked in a composed voice, "You’re certain the patriarch of the Baxter family is in the ICU?"

friends works at the

come. Arrange a press conference for those three women... today. But each must speak at a different time and location. I want the headlines filled with only

secretary

"Tell me, were any of those three

were," the secretary confirmed.

an internal document from the police department... make it look official. Say these were the women Luke Baxter assaulted and that his family silenced them. Let them burn

immediately," the secretary replied

looked around the peaceful garden as if absorbing strength from the nature

about the animals disguised as men. I should’ve warned you... not

more questions, looked deeper into your eyes, held you tighter, longer. But I promise you, my child... your dad will avenge you.

to a soothing tone, as though he were lulling a child to sleep. "Just remember...

dabbed his cheeks with a handkerchief, and then, with deliberate calm,

***

office time, the media

opinion... some were shocked by the brutality of the mysterious woman in black who severed Luke Baxter’s leg, while others questioned whether the act

portal named this situation "Hundred Rape Case" to attract more traffic. But this phrase caught

minute. People no longer saw Luke as a victim, but as the predator