Chapter 515: Becoming a Murderer
“Notarization! Benjamin, if you still want to be my son, cancel the notarization right now!” Odessa roared, her face pale with anger and desperation.
Benjamin, however, remained calm and resolute. “Once the notarization is done, I’ll grant your wish. I’ll publicly sever our mother-son relationship. Now, let’s continue.”
“I dare anyone to continue!” Odessa shouted, storming toward the window. She flung it open and leaned halfway out, her body precariously balanced. “If anyone dares to cooperate with Benjamin, I’ll jump from here! You’ll all be complicit in my death!”
“You’re being ridiculous!” Benjamin snapped, standing from the table, his alpha authority radiating from him. For the first time, he openly challenged his mother. He could not let anything happen to Hayley.
However, Odessa’s extreme actions froze everyone else in the room. Everyone looked terrified, unwilling to make another move. Benjamin clenched his fists, frustrated and momentarily stumped. He sat back in his chair, his mind racing for a way to complete the notarization without Odessa interfering.
Just then, Thomas entered the room. Calmly, he walked over to Odessa, standing close enough to catch her attention without further provoking her. “The doctor who performed your surgery,” he began, his voice even and measured, “is Priscilla Ahern, the most skilled physician in the world.”
“Your son couldn’t find him, not even with all his wealth and connections. It was Hayley who used her influence and contacts to bring him here. She’s the reason you survived.”
“What? What did you say?” Odessa stammered, disbelief etched across her face. “Hayley saved me?”
Thomas’s unwavering expression and tone left no room for doubt. Silently, Odessa climbed down from the window. Without another word, she turned and left the room.
Hayley’s POV:
After some time, the door to the secret room creaked open again. Lisa entered, carrying food and medicine. She moved without emotion, her actions robotic as she sat by my bed.
“I’m here to give you your medicine,” she said flatly, not even looking at me.
I watched her carefully, trying to find a crack in her resolve. Calmly but firmly, I spoke, “Don’t keep following this path. If you convince Irving to surrender now, he might still have a chance to live. Do you really want him dead?”
Chapter 515: Becoming a Murderer
“As a werewolf, you must understand the consequences of making a deal with witches, our mortal enemies.”
“I don’t know,” Lisa replied emotionlessly, focusing on her task of bandaging me. “I only know that I will stay by Irving’s side and do whatever he wants me to do.”
“Are you insane?” I snapped, frustration creeping into my voice. “Even if you don’t care about yourself, what about your parents? If you help Irving, you’ll become his accomplice and ruin your life. Your parents could be exiled from the pack, turned into Rogues with nowhere to go!”
Despite my words, Lisa remained silent, unmoved. I turned away in anger, my eyes catching movement by the door. Irving stood there, leaning casually against the frame, watching me with a predatory smirk. He must have heard everything. His gaze felt like that of a hunter tracking wounded prey, sharp and unrelenting. The faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips mocked my attempts to resist him.
“You, leave,” he ordered Lisa, his voice low and authoritative.
Lisa obeyed without hesitation, walking out without so much as a glance in my direction. Her complete compliance was chilling. As the door clicked shut, Irving’s expression shifted, his eyes narrowing coldly. He strode toward me, grabbing my arm roughly and yanking me out of the bathroom. Before I could react, he threw me onto the couch with a force that knocked the air from my lungs.
The glossy bridal magazines and neatly stacked blue folders on the coffee table beside me caught my attention.
“I’ll give you one night,” Irving said darkly, looming over me like a shadow. “Choose your favorite wedding dress and diamond ring. Those folders contain wedding planning proposals. If you like them, fine. If not, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
His tone was sharp and commanding, his posture menacing. He looked down at me like a bloodthirsty demon, daring me to defy him. Watching his unhinged behavior, I silently prayed for Hera to recover her strength.