Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 143

Relief washed over me when Dr. Bennett confirmed that Grandmother wasn’t in serious

danger. Her collapse had terrified me more than I cared to admit. Beside me, I noticed Olivia’s

shoulders slump as tension drained from her body.

The sudden release of pressure made her sway slightly. Without thinking, I reached out to

steady her, my hand hovering near her elbow.

She flinched away as if burned, her emerald eyes flashing with rejection. “Don’t touch me.”

Before I could respond, she rushed toward the gurney where the medical staff was wheeling

Grandmother from the emergency room. The elderly woman looked frail against the white

sheets, her usually commanding presence diminished by illness.

Olivia reached Grandmother’s side, her steps hurried but careful. She gently took the

Matriarch’s hand, whispering words I couldn’t hear. The tenderness in her gesture made my

chest tighten with an emotion I couldn’t name.

Dr. Fletcher approached me, his expression professional. “We’re moving her to the private

wing. You should prepare for a potentially lengthy recovery period.”

I nodded, watching as they wheeled my grandmother away, Olivia walking alongside, never

letting go of the elderly woman’s hand.

For the first time in years, I felt completely powerless.

Grandmother remained unconscious for a day and a night. I divided my time between her

bedside and handling urgent pack matters, unable to focus fully on either.

Dr. Bennett conducted regular examinations, his experienced hands carefully checking her

vital signs. His face revealed nothing as he listened to her heart and checked her reflexes.

“What’s your assessment?” I asked, unable to bear the silence any longer.

He straightened, tucking his stethoscope into his pocket. “Her condition is stable, but I cannot

determine when she will awaken.”

“But she will recover?” The question came from Olivia, who sat on the opposite side of the bed. She hadn’t left Grandmother’s side except for brief necessities.

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“The shock to her system was significant,” Dr. Bennett explained. “Her body needs time to heal

naturally.”

I clenched my jaw, frustration building. “There must be something more we can do.”

“Her constitution is strong,” he assured us, “but at her age, we must be patient.”

Patience had never been my strong suit, especially when it came to matters beyond my

control.

After another hour of silent vigil, I couldn’t stand the stillness of the room any longer. “I need to check on some pack business. Call me immediately if there’s any change.”

Olivia didn’t even look up as I left.

Alone at Imperial Gardens, I retreated to my study. The emptiness of the house pressed in around me, a physical reminder of all I had lost–or perhaps never truly had.

I sat at my desk and accessed the cloud backup of the residence’s surveillance footage. With a few keystrokes, I extracted all clips related to Lily. My fingers hovered over the keyboard,

suddenly hesitant.

But my involvement had ended there. Preoccupied with pack business and… other matters, I rarely returned to Imperial Gardens. I had been largely absent from Lily’s life from the

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Olivia, initially compliant despite my rough handling, had tried to pull away when Martha

knocked. Caught in the moment, I had refused to let her go.

“Ethan, please,” she had begged. “It must be Lily crying. Martha can’t soothe her. Let me check

on her–I’ll come right back.”

But I had been deaf to her pleas, unable to comprehend why Martha couldn’t handle a simple situation with a baby. I had silenced her protests with demanding kisses, lost in my own

desires.

Only late into the night had I finally released her, satisfied and exhausted. Now, watching the

footage from the hallway camera, I saw what happened after I fell asleep.

Lily stood at the master bedroom door, her tiny face red and swollen from crying, her voice

hoarse from distress. Martha looked apologetic as she held the inconsolable infant.

After I left the next morning, the cameras captured Olivia–exhausted and moving gingerly- going to comfort our daughter, singing softly until Lily finally calmed.

I had always attributed Lily’s affection for me to our blood connection, assuming it was natural for a child to love her father. But the surveillance footage revealed a different truth.

I watched in growing disbelief as Olivia shaped Lily’s perception of me. From the time Lily was

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three months old and started recognizing faces, Olivia would hold her in my absence, showing

her my picture.