A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 108: Not Ending Up Like Me.

"I should have known your intentions were never pure. It felt too good to be true," Angela said, shaking her head.

She had foolishly hoped that her mother cared, even just a little. Her heart twisted painfully when Grace

revealed the real reason she came.

She tried to hold back the heat burning in her eyes. They stung so badly, and she knew the tears would spill

soon if she let them. She had to keep them in, no matter what.

"Are you trying to makelook bad now? Stop it," Grace said, sounding surprised. She could not believe her

daughter expected her to forget about the money and never cfor it. "What did | tell you the day you left the

house? Don’t mess with my balance. You know how much | value my money, Angela. You of all people should

know."

"I know, Mother. But don’t forget | am here as a student, not the principal," Angela reminded her. "I don’t earn

money. Do you even know how I'm surviving here? We haven't seen each other for weeks, and now that we

have, did you even askif I'm okay?"

"You look fine, Angela. What could possibly happen to you within these walls?" Grace said, avoiding her gaze.

She crossed her left leg over her right and adjusted her seat. But the heated glare from her daughter made her

sigh. She wished Angela would stop with what she called the pity act. "Stop paintingas the villain. What kind

of questions did you expectto ask?"

"At least you could have asked, how are you, Angela? Is the Academy treating you well? Do you have any

problems?"

Grace stayed quiet, watching her daughter pour her heart out. Angela seemed far more outspoken than she

used to be.

"Is that what's bothering you?" Grace asked, noticing how close Angela was to tears. That was never good for

business. "Fine. How are you doing? Do you have any problems here?"

Angela rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. It was too late for those questions, and she knew they weren't from

Grace's heart. She had been forced to say them.

"See," Grace pointed at her daughter's eyes as they rolled. She quickly lowered her hand when she noticed

people at the table behind Angela glancing their way.

"How much was my balance, Mother?" Angela asked, changing the subject. If her mother wanted her to leave,

she might as well deal with the reason she cin the first place.

"You were supposed to giveone thousand dollars but only gave two hundred and fifty," Grace said, her eyes

lighting up the moment she spoke about her money.

Angela nodded slowly. Where on earth would she get the rest of that money? There was no way she could earn it

inside the Academy. But she knew she would have to try—or face the painful truth of being betrayed by her own

mother.

"Fine, I will. You just have to givea little tto raise that amount."

Grace's brows lifted in annoyance. "Do | have to wait again? Do you even know the havoc your uncle has caused

back at home?"

She brought her hands forward. Slowly, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing the scars left by Toga’s torture. Then

she pulled the sleeves back down and took her hands away.

"W-what?" Angela was shocked and at a loss for words. She could not believe her uncle would go to such an

extreme. She had seen him slap her mother before, but to hurt her like this... she had never imagined it.

"Yes. He is turning everywhere upside down to find you. Your uncle has even gotten help from werewolves,"

Grace said. She noticed the pity in her daughter's eyes but quickly crushed it. "I didn’t endure this for you. | did

it for my money."

Angela tried not to panic. She knew what could happen if she lost control. But when she looked closely, she

thought she saw tears in Grace's eyes. Was she pretending when she said it wasn’t for her?

"I will get you your money before the month ends," Angela said quietly. "It's a promise... just keep my uncle from

finding me, okay?"

"I chere for my money and you are pushing it to later," Grace started, then stopped. Maybe her daughter

truly didn’t have it now. "Don’t failwhen the tcomes, or you will see your uncle before next month

begins."

"lI won't, Ma," Angela assured her, even though she had no idea where the money would cfrom. That was

something to worry about later. Right now, she needed to end this talk with Grace and get to Hiro.

Before coming here, she had sent him a message about the new development, and he had promised to wait for

her. Just then, something important crossed her mind—something she should have asked her mother long ago.

"Can you tell me... what was my father’s name?" she asked, hoping the answer would not disappoint her.

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"You are lying, Mother. Con, just tellso | can add it to my official name."

Grace hesitated for a moment but finally gave in. "Maverick. | don’t know his surnor where he cfrom,

so don’t you dare ask."

Angela felt a smile stretch across her

face. Maverick. That was his name.

For years her, moth Kall refused to

tél her Dying about him, and now

she finally had something. It felt

unreal, almost like she was dreaming.

"Why is that red-haired fine-looking guy staring at us?" Grace's eyes shifted toward the family seated behind

Angela. "He's been looking over here since God knows when."

Angela turned to see who she meant, and her heart skipped a beat when her gaze met Renn’s. How long had he

been sitting there without her noticing?

He moved his hands, using sign language to ask if she wanted him to cover or if she would cto his

table instead.

Angela pretended she didn’t understand and turned back around, but her mother’s smile was now aimed directly

at Renn. "Mother... what are you doing?"

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