After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 161: She was the real daughter of Family Whitmore

Chapter 161: She was the real daughter of Family Whitmore

(Elena Blackwood’s POV)

Victoria Blackwood’s eyes blazed with fury as she stepped closer to me. Her face was flushed with anger and

grief.

“I just watched the surveillance footage,” she said, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you know what | saw?” |

remained silent, my hands clenched at my sides.

“If Marcus hadn't turned the steering wheel toward your side at the last second, the driver's seat wouldn't have

taken such severe damage,” Victoria continued, her words cutting throughlike knives.

Her voice rose higher. “Werewolf instinct is self-preservation! Yet my son chose to protect you instead of

himself!”

Victoria's eyes filled with tears of anger. “Except for parents protecting their children, who else in this world

would do such a thing?”

She pointed an accusing finger at me. “Elena, if you had any heart at all, you wouldn't say such cold-blooded

words in this situation!”

| unconsciously clenched my fists tighter. The truth of her words hitlike physical blows.

| couldn’t find any response. The weight of Marcus's sacrifice pressed down on my chest.

The emergency room light suddenly turned green. Dr. Scott emerged first, followed by Director Henry Baker.

Victoria rushed forward immediately. “Doctor, how is my son’s condition?”

Dr. Scott removed his surgical mask, his expression relieved. “The surgery was successful.”

Director Baker stepped forward to explain. “Fortunately, the heart were not damaged. Alpha Marcus only needs

proper rest to recover fully.”

Victoria's legs nearly gave out with relief. She pressed her hand to her chest, breathing heavily.

Sebastian Blackwood placed a supportive hand on her shoulder. “I told you Marcus would be fine. Good people

have their own fortune.”

“Thank the Moon Goddess,” Victoria whispered, tears streaming down her face.

The medical staff began wheeling Marcus's gurney toward the recovery ward. The Blackwood family members

followed closely behind.

| remained standing in the corridor, watching them disappear around the corner. My feet felt rooted to the

floor.

After several minutes of silence, finally turned and walked toward the hospital exit. My footsteps echoed

hollowly in the empty hallway.

As | stepped outside the hospital, two figures hurried towardthrough the evening shadows. | looked up to see

Adrian Whitmore and Jacob Hayes approaching.

Adrian's expression was tense with worry as he stopped in front of me. “Are you alright?”

I shook my head, my voice coming out hoarse. “I'm fine.”

“I heard about the accident involving you and Marcus,” Adrian said, his eyes scanning my face for injuries. “Are

you hurt beyond that forehead wound?”

“Only minor injuries,” | reassured him. “Nothing serious.”

Adrian's expression visibly relaxed upon hearing this. He nodded with obvious relief.

“Letdrive you back to your hotel,” he offered gently.

During the drive, | remained on edge. Every sound of traffic madetense. The trauma from the recent

accident had lefthypersensitive to any sudden movements.

Adrian noticed my nervousness and drove extra carefully. He avoided sudden turns and maintained a steady,

gentle pace.

When we reached the hotel, Adrian personally escortedupstairs. His protective presence was comforting

after the day’s chaos.

At my hotel room door, Adrian suddenly asked, “Elena, you have Rh-negative blood, don’t you?”

| was startled and turned to look at him. “How did you know?”

Adrian's eyes held a mixture of certainty and emotion. “You really are my sister, aren't you?”

After a moment of silence, | nodded slowly. “Yes.”

Adrian’s face lit up with a complex mix of joy and pain. “I knew it. | believed you were indeed my sister.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “When you asked about my and Mother's blood types that day, | found it

strange.”

“Later, when | realized Sandy Parker might be problematic, | investigated in that direction,” Adrian continued. “I

discovered her blood type didn’t match ours.”

His voice grew angry. “The previous identification had been tampered with.”

| felt a weight lift from my shoulders. “The combination of Rh-negative blood, being adopted, and resembling

your mother convinced you?”

“Similar faces might exist in the world,” Adrian said firmly. “But the rare panda blood type couldn't be

coincidental.”

| took a deep breath. “I had also investigated Sandy Parker's blood type. | wanted to tell you, but | worried you

wouldn't believe me.”

Adrian nodded understandingly. “Without thinking in that direction, relying solely on the identification results

would make it difficult to believe your words.”

“Who tampered with the identification?” | asked.

“A relative from Mother's family, Adrian revealed, his jaw tightening. “I'm already following the trail to find the

person behind this scheme.”

He placed his hand on my shoulder gently. “Father now also believes Sandy Parker isn’t his daughter

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Adrian's voice becprotective. “But considering the girl's reputation, he wants to handle her situation first

before bringing you home.”

| smiled for the first tthat day. “I understand. | agree with that approach.”

(God's POV)

The next day, Sandy Parker paced anxiously in her room at the Whitmore Estate. Her hands shook as she

checked her phone repeatedly.

This was clearly her first tbeing involved in such a scheme. She hadn't slept well all night, her mind racing

with worry and fear.

An anonymous text message suddenly appeared on her phone screen: “Already resolved.”

Sandy stared at the message, her face pale with a mixture of relief and terror.

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