Chapter 758 I’m So Happy

Olive took Mrs. Samantha’s hand, saying, “Grandma, it’s all about Aunt Anabelle.”

“Because of Anabelle?” Mrs. Samantha asked, confused.

“Grandma, you don’t know yet. Aunt Anabelle isn’t the daughter of the Midas family. She’s the eldest princess of Greenland’s royal family.”

What?

Mrs. Samantha looked at Anabelle, then at Alpha. “Alpha, aren’t you Greenland’s son-in-law?”

Alpha remained silent.

Mrs. Samantha chuckled. “When Alpha was young, he ran home one day. I was on the sofa. He said, ‘Mom, I’m in love. I’ll marry her and make her Mrs. Augustine.’”

“I was shocked. My son’s standards are high; famous ladies couldn't attract him. Later, I learned the girl who captivated him was the daughter of the Midas family.”

“Now I understand. My son has excellent judgment. He saw a princess among ordinary people. So many years… it’s all gone by in a flash…” Mrs. Samantha tapped her crutches, eyes red, unsure whether to cry or laugh.

Olive deeply admired Mrs. Samantha, who had guided the Augustine family through many trials.

“Grandma,” Olive said, squeezing Mrs. Samantha’s hand, “I told you. It’s over.”

Mrs. Samantha looked at Olive affectionately. “Good girl.”

Rory then exclaimed, “Look, Bounty is moving!”

Olive quickly looked up. Bounty was moving her fingers. She was really moving.

Olive examined Bounty. Bounty wasn’t fully awake, but the finger movement was a good sign; she would wake soon.

Outside, Alpha and Rory stood silently, the atmosphere heavy. Alpha broke the silence. “Go away. I can’t bear to see you.”

Rory looked out the window. “I’ll leave when Bounty wakes up.”

He turned to leave.

Alpha called out, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Rory paused. “That year, I was influenced by the demon bell and acted wrongly. But Anabelle captivated me, too. At your wedding, I watched from the shadows—I’ll never forget it.”

“Bounty valued my talent. When she found my Anabelle portraits and learned I used my favorite brush for another woman, I can only imagine her pain.”

“I hurt them both. Anabelle has no feelings for me, so please don’t misunderstand. I was always in the wrong.”

Rory left. Alpha stood rigid, his expression unreadable.

Olive approached, calling obediently, “Uncle Augustine.”

Alpha pursed his lips. Her obedience masked her threat to bring him to the old family home.

“Olive, you’ve never disappointed me. That was a masterful performance. I was completely manipulated.” Alpha, a decisive and powerful businessman, hadn't anticipated Olive’s bravery. The mermaids had used demon bells to control events, but Olive had used them to unravel the truth—a feat of unparalleled intelligence.

Olive smiled. “Thank you.”

Alpha glanced at the demon bell. “What do you think?”

Olive considered. “There was a spy in the Augustine family that year. If I’m not wrong, the mermaids were by your side that night. I suspect the spy was Molly’s master—the Mermaid Princess.”

Alpha, equally astute, had considered this. “The Augustine household staff are impeccable. That night, no one noticed anything unusual; finding the spy will be difficult.”

Olive agreed. Molly couldn’t have recruited the princess herself. The only weak point was the Augustine family.

She couldn't understand how the princess had entered the house. The Augustine family’s history in Imperial made it difficult for the mermaids to infiltrate. That year, they’d cooperated with Lily, gradually approaching Alpha. They were cautious, avoiding detection.

Olive couldn’t pinpoint the vulnerability. Finding it would expose the princess. She sensed the princess was nearby.

Alpha and Olive were deep in thought when footsteps approached. Anabelle arrived.

Alpha’s gaze met Anabelle’s; a spark ignited in his eyes.

“Uncle Augustine, Aunt Anabelle, you should talk,” Olive said, discreetly departing.

Alone with Anabelle, Alpha extended his hand. “Come here!”

His dominance remained.

Anabelle approached. “Alpha, the truth is clear. Nothing happened between Rory and me…”

Before she finished, he pulled her onto his lap.

She froze in his embrace. He held her close, burying his face in her hair. “Yes, I know. I’m so happy.”

Anabelle’s heart softened, overwhelmed with emotion. Her initial intention to push him away vanished; her fingers curled around his shirt.

“Alpha, what’s wrong with you?” Anabelle whispered.

“Huh?”

“You seem… odd.”