Chapter 610: Reply ASAP
Hayley’s POV:
At dinner, as I sat next to Grandma, Hera urgently whispered within me that she could still sense remnants of poison lingering in her body. I immediately understood the gravity of the situation. The poison was deeply embedded in her bloodstream, like a ticking bomb ready to explode. If I didn’t act fast, I would lose her forever.
I couldn’t afford to wait any longer. I had to find a way to rid her body of the toxins before it was too late. Instead of going through the usual, slower channels of the organization, I reached out to the most skilled doctor I knew—codename: Lark. His real name was Claudio Ahern.
“Urgent. Reply ASAP,” I sent him a message. His name was one people avoided in our country. A simple online search could easily attract the attention of the authorities. For most werewolves, contacting him was nearly impossible. He was known for being unpredictable and hard to reach.
But there was one thing I knew for sure: when it came to my messages, this mysterious figure always responded quickly. Just as I had hoped, I received a reply from him soon after. “I’m here. Tell me the details.”
Without wasting any time, I forwarded Grandma’s medical records to him. Claudio reviewed the files swiftly and responded with his initial assessment. “Lower her wolf’s level and perform a blood transfusion. This should give her a few more years,” he advised.
Decreasing Grandma’s wolf level was crucial to prevent the strain of her high-tier wolf from sapping her energy. As the Alpha of the Shadow Pack, I could easily manage this step. However, the blood transfusion was much more complicated. For Claudio, this was not a minor procedure. I hesitated for a brief moment, but then he added, “Even so, the toxins won’t be entirely eradicated.”
Time was running out, and I knew I had no choice but to focus on the immediate solution. After a few moments of careful consideration, I decided to move forward and sent him my address. I then asked, “Can you come back to the country as soon as possible to perform the surgery on my grandmother? I’ll pay whatever you ask.”
Claudio quickly replied, “See you next week.” I let out a sigh of relief.
After closing the chat, I began searching for more information about the Sanders family. Among the usual details about their businesses and family branches, one thing caught my attention: Freya’s blood type—O.
I remembered the first time I met Freya; she had repeatedly emphasized that she was Virginia’s biological daughter. At that time, Virginia had been confused and vaguely mentioned that Freya wasn’t actually her daughter. I hadn’t thought much of it then. But later, when Hera caught Freya’s scent, she reacted very differently than when she smelled Virginia’s. It was clear that they didn’t share a blood relation.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place. Freya was not a Sanders! I thought about the former head of the Sanders family, Alan, still unconscious in his bed, and the true heir, Peter.
I quickly shut my laptop and headed into the living room. “Mom,” I asked seriously, “Do you know which hospital Dad and Peter are at?”
“Yes, why?” Virginia replied, her face tense. “You want to visit them?”
“You won’t be able to,” she added. “Freya’s people are guarding the hospital rooms. It’s impossible to get close.”
“Then we’ll bring them home!” I said, my voice unwavering as I clenched my fists. Hera inside me was already shifting into battle mode. Nothing, and no one, was going to stop me from carrying out my plan.