Crippled Luna's Farewell Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception novel Chapter 106

Chapter 106 

Sarah blinked. 

Arnold raised an eyebrow. 

The housekeeper looked away, pretending not to hear. 

For a long moment, Alex simply stood there, frozen in shock. 

Then, with a dramatic huff, he stomped his foot. “This is so unfair!” 

Sarah sighed, pressing her fingers against her temple. “Alex, it wasn’t-” 

“No! You went camping! Without! Me!” He repeated, emphasizing each word like a dramatic declaration. 

Alex dragged his backpack along the floor, gripping the worn straps tightly, 

With a grunt, he jumped off the couch and bolted upstairs, his small feet thudding against the wooden 

steps. 

His frustration was palpable, radiating in the way he stomped with every step. 

Sarah frowned, watching him go. 

She parted her lips, ready to call after him, but before she could, Arnold lowered his newspaper with 

deliberate slowness. 

His voice was faint, almost casual. 

“Alex, come back.” 

There was no anger in his tone, no sharp reprimand–just a simple, quiet command. 

Alex stopped immediately. His breath caught in his throat. 

For a moment, he stood there, unmoving, gripping the strap of his bag so tightly his knuckles turned 

white. 

Then, hesitantly, he turned around and shuffled back, dragging his book bag behind him like a weight too heavy to bear. 

Stopping in front of Sarah, he kept his eyes downcast. His voice was small, hesitant. 

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“Take me with you next time, okay?” 

It was an olive branch, a child’s way of offering peace 

Sarah softened. She reached out, brushing his tousled hair. “Vll try, sweetheart. Next these, 1 promien? 

Alex nodded slightly, though a shadow of dould remained in his eyes. The charp ring of the home phone cut through the quiet moment. 

Grandmother Lancelot was calling 

The Lancelot Manor loomed ahead, its grand structure as imposing, as ever. Inside, the scene of polished wood and aged books filled the air. 

Grandmother Lancelot sat in her usual chair, regal despite her age. Her sharp gaze landed on Sarah as soon as she stepped in. 

“Where is Arnold?” 

“Work,” Sarah answered simply. “He couldn’t make it.” 

A flicker of disapproval crossed the old woman’s face. “Work,” she echoed, shaking her head. “As always.” 

Sarah didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. Arnold made his own choices. 

Sarah was about to change the subject when she sneezed. 

Twice. 

She felt a pain coming from her temples and a slight rise in temperature on her forehead. 

“Are you alright?” The old woman asked worriedly. 

“Just a little cold.” Sarah forced a smile, “I went camping a couple days ago, I might be a little cold, no big 

deal.” 

The words had barely left her lips when her phone buzzed. A message from Clara. 

**I was at the mall, and guess what I saw? Arnold and Linda were having dinner together! It was just too much!** 

Sarah stared at the screen. Her fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles blanching. 

She didn’t reply. There was no need to. 

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Her body, already exhausted, seemed to take the news as permission to collapse. The aching in her limbs grew heavier. The burning in her throat sharpened. An unbearable fatigue settled over her. 

That night, fever consumed her. 

She drifted in and out of consciousness, her dreams a tangled mess of past and present. Laughter echoed. Familiar voices whispered. Time blurred. 

When she finally awoke, her surroundings were unfamiliar. 

Her breath hitched. The dark wooden furniture, the faint scent of aftershave–this was Arnold’s room. 

She turned her head slightly, feeling sluggish and weak. Arnold sat nearby, his laptop open. The glow of the screen illuminated his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features. 

Noticing her stir, he shut the laptop and stood, his movements smooth, controlled. Without a word, he poured a glass of water and extended it toward her. 

Sarah hesitated. She didn’t want to accept anything from him. And yet, her throat was parched, her body 

weak. 

She took the glass. 

The cool liquid soothed her burning throat. She drank slowly, then placed the empty glass on the 

nightstand. 

Arnold said nothing. He picked up a magazine from the table and idly flipped through it. 

Sarah barely paid attention–until she saw the headline. 

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