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Chapter 141: The Weight of Truth
Chapter 141: The Weight of Truth
(Elena’s POV)
| stared at David's peaceful face as he slept in the recovery chamber. The weight of truth pressed down on my
chest like a stone.
Should I tell him that Sophia was his biological sister? The very
Son who had driven our adoptive family to
The cruelty of such a revelation made my heart ache. How could | burden bi
was still so fragile?
this
with this knowledge when he
Marcus stood beside me, his jaw clenched tight. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“Have you ever considered that you might not be a child of the Blackthorne family?”
| replied calmly, “I've known that for a long time.”
His golden eyes widened with surprise. “You knew?”
| stood up slowly, facing him directly. “Yes, for a long time. Even though they were only my foster parents, they
still suffered because of me.”
My voice cracked slightly. “They could have been saved.”
My eyes reddened with suppressed emotion. The familiar crushing weight settled in Marcus’s chest as he was
reminded once again that he was the architect of this tragedy.
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After a moment of my emotional release, he could only offer a hoarse “I'm sorry.“,
He had no other words.
| momentarily wavered, almost moved by his genuine remorse. But | steeled myself against the feeling.
“Save your apologies for David instead,” | suggested quietly.
(Sophia’s POV)
The suburban linn reeked of cheap disinfectant and stale cigarettes. | sat in the dimly lit lobby, heavily
disguised with a hat and sunglasses.
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My fingers trembled as | lit another cigarette. This habit had developed during my relationship with a certain
Alpha, though I'd never smoked in front of Marcus to maintain my perfect image.
Sandy Parker finally arrived, her cheap clothes making her stand out even in this rundown place.
“Did you get the money?” | asked immediately, not bothering with pleasantries.
Sandy's face fell. “My father received the eight million from the Blackwood Consortium, but he only gave me
three hundred thousand.”
| felt my blood pressure spike, “What?”
“He claims the rest is for building houses and business investments,” she continued miserably. “He even
changed the account password so | can’t access it.”
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My eyes turned cold and calculating behind my sunglasses. “Without me, your family would never have had such
an opportunity for social advancement.”
Sandy shifted uncomfortably under my gaze.
“Do you understand what I'm offering you?” | leaned forward. “The chance to becMarcus's savior. To gain
his trust and drive a wedge between him and his Luna.”
Sandy's eyes lit up with hope. “You mean | could actually-"
“He’s mated,” | cut her off with a mocking laugh.
Her face crumpled with disappointment.
“Despite our years of acquaintance and passionate relationship, even I didn’t secure the Luna position,” |
reminded her harshly. “What makes you think you could?”
I stubbed out m
cigarette with unnecessary force. “You're a fake, Sandy. But you're my fake.”
“I need one million within two days,” | demanded.
(Elena’s POV)
Two days later, sunlight filtered through the medical center's lush along the peaceful paths.
garden canopy. | pushed David's wheelchair
Marcus's Elite Guards and two pack nurses followed at a respectful distance.
| stopped by an artificial lake, crouching beside David's chair. “Look at the beautiful scenery,” | said softly,
pointing across the water.
“You should enjoy the sunshine after being confined for so long.”
David couldn't speak and his legs remained paralyzed due to prolonged unconsciousness. But he could
understand my words and blink slowly in response.
His eyes followed my gestures, taking in the peaceful garden around us.
My phone rang suddenly. Hugo Ashworth’s nappeared on the screen.
“Elena, | need you at the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute immediately,” his voice was urgent.
| looked at David apologetically. “I have to go. The nurses will stay with you.”
| hurried to the institute, finding the internal medicine department overwhelmed with patients. Hugo was
working alone, his usually pristine appearance slightly disheveled.
“I'm sorry I'm late,” | said breathlessly.
He glanced up from his patient files. “You've been busy lately.”
“My foster brother is recovering,” | explained quickly.
Our conversation was interrupted when Dr. Barton Mitchell burst through the door.
“Critical brain hemorrhage patient requiring immediate craniotomy!” he announced. “All other surgeons are
occupied.”
Hugo looked atintently. “Are your hands steady enough for surgery?”
| stared down at my right hand, remembering the silver dagger. “I'm not sure about my capabilities after the
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trauma.”
Hugo stepped closer, his amber eyes serious. “I'll assist you.”
| knew about his condition that prevented him from seeing blood during operations. His offer meant
everything.
In the surgical chamber, | stood before the operating table. My first surgery since my injury loomed ahead of
me.
Doubt clouded my mind. What if my hands weren't steady enough? What if | failed?
Hugo stepped behind me, his presence warm and reassuring.
Gently, he took hold of my right hand, offering his support through our professional bond in this crucial
moment.
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