After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 

She had assumed Arnold would leave. That he would go to Linda. 

But she was tired. Too tired to stay awake and see it happen. 

So she closed her eyes and let sleep take her. 

What she didn’t realize was that, when morning came, Arnold was still there. 

The weekend passed in a blur. By Sunday afternoon, they were driving back from the hot spring resort. 

The ride was mostly quiet, the steady hum of the car filling the silence. 

Then, from the backseat, Alex leaned closer to Arnold, whispering, “Aunt Linda wasn’t in a good mood last night.” 

Nora, who had been absentmindedly gazing out the window, glanced toward them but said nothing. 

Alex continued, his voice slightly troubled. “She came to look for you in the middle of the night. But when she came back, she looked like she was about to cry.” 

Nora waited for Arnold’s response. 

But he only said, in his usual low, detached tone, “It’s nothing.” 

That was iL 

Nora turned her gaze back to the window. 

She did. She didn’t want 

ask. to ask. 

Whatever had happened between Arnold and Linda last night wasn’t her concern. It wasn’t supposed to 

matter. 

When they arrived back in the city, Nora excused herself, saying she had things to take care of 

Alex clung to her arm, reluctant to let go. “Come home early, okay?” 

Nora hesitated. Home. The word felt foreign. 

She smiled faintly, tousling Alex’s hair. “I’ll try.” 

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Then she left. 

Days passed, and Nora kept herself busy. 

She barely interacted with Arnold, barely gave herself a moment to dwell on things that weren’t worth thinking about. 

Then, one evening, as she flipped through her planner, her gaze landed on an upcoming date. 

Her grandmother’s birthday. 

She inhaled softly, tapping her fingers against the desk. 

A meaningful gift–she needed to find something appropriate. Something special. 

As if on cue, Clara, one of her friends, called. 

“I got my hands on two tickets to the auction this weekend,” Clara said excitedly. “The guest list is full of important figures. You should come with me.” 

Nora considered it. An auction of that level meant there would be rare items–perhaps something valuable enough to gift her grandmother. 

“Alright,” she agreed. “I’ll go.” 

The venue was grand, an opulent hall filled with well–dressed werewolves from various powerful packs, 

Nora and Clara sat toward the back, observing the scene. 

The murmur of conversation, the soft clinking of glasses, the sharp scent of expensive perfume–everything about the event screamed exclusivity. 

Then, just as the auction was about to begin, a stir ran through the crowd. 

A pair of figures entered the hall, instantly drawing attention. 

A man and a woman. 

Arnold and Linda. 

Clara exhaled sharply beside Nora, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. “This is ridiculous,” she murmured. “Arnold bringing Linda here, parading her around like that… It’s too much.” 

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Nora remained silent, her gaze fixed on the auction stage. 

Her face was calm, but inside, her thoughts churned. It wasn’t jealousy gnawing at her–it was frustration. Linda was relentless, and with Arnold by her side, she had access to endless resources. 

If Linda decided to raise the bid just to spite her, Nora knew she might not be able to compete. 

Nora had been looking forward to this auction for weeks. 

It wasn’t just about the prestige or the rare collectibles–it was about finding the perfect gift for her grandmother. 

Her grandmother had always been her pillar of support, the one person who had loved her unconditionally. 

This year, Nora wanted to give her something truly special, something meaningful. 

Initially, Nora’s excitement was palpable. The grand hall was adorned with elegant chandeliers, and the soft murmur of guests discussing the upcoming bids filled the space. She scanned the display cases, admiring the rare artifacts and exquisite jewelry. 

“Clara, let’s ignore them. I just want something timeless,” Nora mused, running her fingers along the edge of a glass display. 

Clara chuckled. “Timeless and expensive, you mean.” 

Nora smiled. “She deserves it.” 

They wandered through the exhibition, examining different items. 

There were vintage music boxes, delicate porcelain vases, and intricate paintings, but nothing felt quite right.