Chapter 605: You’re Not Even a Part of the Sanders

Hayley’s POV:

“You?” The officer scanned me with a look of disbelief. “What’s your name?”

“Hayley Carson.”

The moment he heard it, he rolled his eyes in irritation.

“Enough with the drama,” he snapped, clearly impatient. “I don’t have time for this nonsense. You’re not even a part of the Sanders, so what right do you have to speak here?”

With that, he turned away and motioned for Freya to take Virginia with her.

As they started to leave, I raised my voice, stopping them in their tracks. “I’m Virginia’s daughter, Michelle Sander! I’m alive!”

The group froze, and all eyes turned to me, their faces a mix of disbelief and surprise. They waited for some kind of explanation.

I took a steady step forward, pushing Freya’s hands off Virginia and gently guiding her back with me. Virginia was still in a daze, her mind struggling to process my words, but she walked beside me, following my lead, confused and disoriented.

But Freya snapped out of her shock quickly. She lunged forward, grabbing Virginia’s other hand. Her eyes were full of venom as she sneered, “You think you can just say that and it’s true? Everyone in this city knows that Michelle, the other Sander daughter, is dead!”

“Hayley, if you’re trying to pull some scam, at least pick someone you can handle—a weak werewolf. Don’t mess with me!” she added, her voice dripping with scorn.

“Let go!” I ordered sharply.

“No way!” Freya shot back stubbornly, her grip tightening. “No matter what, I’m taking my mother with me today!”

“Oh?” I tilted my head slightly, raising an eyebrow. I studied her calmly and then responded, “Sounds to me like you’re hoping I won’t reveal how you bribed the testing center staff, falsified the results, and have been holding both Mrs. Laurel and Mrs. Virginia captive.”

“Y—you’re lying!” Freya’s eyes betrayed a brief flicker of panic.

She quickly regained her composure, brushing off my accusations with a smooth defense. “My grandmother is elderly, and she recently lost her wolf. She needs constant care. As for my mother, there’s a medical report confirming her mental condition. She can’t be left alone.”

“If you want to call this ‘imprisonment,’ then I’m sure the officer will be able to make the right call,” she added, her tone now sharp and warning.

“Really?” I smirked, my voice cool and cutting. “Then tell me this—if you’re so concerned, why were both Mrs. Laurel and Mrs. Virginia kidnapped before? Was that just a mistake, or was it part of a bigger plan?”

“Officer, don’t you find this suspicious?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Hayley!” Freya’s voice rose, now filled with anger. “Stop spreading these lies and slandering me!

“The bottom line is this: I’m my mother’s daughter, the rightful heir to the Sanders family, and her legal guardian. I have every right to take her with me!” she declared loudly, her words echoing with defiance.

Then, feigning helplessness, she turned to the officers. “Officers, you’ve seen the paperwork. Please, help me take my mother back.”

“Ms. Sanders, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no one will separate you from your mother!” the officer reassured her, placing a hand firmly on mine where I was still holding Virginia’s hand.

His voice grew stern as he directed his attention to me. “Ms. Carson, please release her. Do not interfere with my duties!”

I didn’t budge. Instead, I tightened my grip, holding onto Virginia even more firmly.

The officer, sensing my defiance, grew furious. He pulled out his gun and aimed it directly at me.

Inside me, Hera’s fury erupted like a storm. Her voice thundered in my mind, “Hayley, let me take over!”