Chapter 616: You Know Nothing

The enforcer remembered Freya’s malicious expression and her sharp wolf eyes. Initially, he was convinced she intended to silence them permanently. Her recent statements had muddled his thoughts. He hadn’t witnessed her complete the act. He knew if he spoke the truth, this woman would likely be absolved of suspicion. But with the Alpha King’s directive, he reluctantly admitted, “When I arrived, I didn’t see anyone pulling the oxygen tube.”

“But the only ones in the room were her and her fiancé. Neither appeared to be trying to save the patients!”

Freya immediately rebutted, “What does it look like to save someone?”

“How do you know we weren’t trying to save them? Maybe we were waiting for a nurse or a doctor!”

“You know nothing, yet you accuse me of being a murderer. They’re my father and brother, my family! Why would I kill them?!”

“I…” The enforcer fell silent. As a dedicated werewolf enforcer trained rigorously every day for combat and protection, he wasn’t skilled in arguments.

“What? As an enforcer, you barged into the Sanders’ territory without proper protocol, almost preventing me from rescuing my father and brother.”

“If they had died, could you bear the responsibility?!” Freya’s voice grew more agitated, her performance of innocence and grievance convincing.

Daniel, who had kept silent until now, observed with surprise but swiftly formulated a plan. This woman knew how to use cunning and power. Even if he became a subject of ridicule among other werewolves, sticking by her side would benefit him. He resolved he must regain Freya’s favor and loyalty.

The enforcer, guilt-ridden, looked down, unable to respond as if he had truly erred.

Just as Samson was about to defend his subordinate, Alan interjected, “Enough.”

“This was a misunderstanding. Since Peter and I are fine, let’s not dwell on it.”

“I’m tired and need rest. Let this matter be settled now.”

With Alan’s authoritative resolution, Freya didn’t push further. Since the victims spoke of reconciliation, even Samson, despite being the Alpha King, couldn’t object. Alan’s status as the head of the Sanders family was almost equal to his own, leaving him no room to overrule Alan’s decision.

Muttering a few pleasantries, Samson left the room and went to find Hayley.

Hayley’s POV:

When Samson entered, I had just woken up to Hera’s persistent calls. Struggling to sit up, I tried to greet him. He quickly crossed the room, frowning, and insisted, “Stay down.”

“You look exhausted. No need for formalities with me.”

“You’re the esteemed Alpha King now; I have to follow the rules,” I joked weakly.

Samson looked at me with a mixture of exasperation and concern, then shifted to a more serious tone. “Are you really the Sanders’ daughter?”

I nodded and smiled, “I only found out recently myself.”

He sighed, “The Sanders are complicated. If you get involved, trouble will follow.”

“Trouble is nothing new to me,” I replied calmly.

“You’ve endured enough hardship!” Samson chided gently, with a tone of affection. “If you need anything, come to me or your aunt. Don’t try to handle everything alone, alright?”

“We’ll see,” I responded noncommittally.

Understanding my nature, Samson didn’t press further. He left me with a house phone number and his personal contact information before departing.

Just as he left, Virginia entered, supporting Alan.

“Michelle, your father and I came to see you!” she announced.