Chapter 152: The Truth Unvelled
Chapter 152: The Truth Unveiled
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
William Parker walked to the bedside and was about to sit down when he suddenly froze. His entire body
went rigid as if struck by lightning.
After a long moment, he slowly sat on the edge of the bed with his back to me, remaining completely silent.
The silence stretched between us like a heavy curtain.
I approached him directly, my heart pounding with anticipation. “William, I need to ask you about the 322
child k********g case.”
His shoulders tensed visibly at my words.
“Did you see the two werewolf pups who escaped to your village?” I pressed on, my voice steady despite the
turmoil inside me.
I described what I remembered with painful clarity. “The girl was wearing a goose–yellow top with white
overalls.”
William remained silent for what felt like an eternity. Perhaps due to his daughter’s current situation, his
conscience was finally being tormented by guilt and unease.
He finally looked up at me, his eyes filled with anguish. “I should have guessed that girl was you.”
The admission hit me like a physical blow. My breath caught in my throat.
I took a deep breath, steadying myself for what I needed to know. “Were you the person I sought help from
before losing consciousness?”
William’s face crumpled with remorse. “Yes, it was me.”
He began apologizing with deep, overwhelming guilt. “I’m so sorry. Our family was in such dire financial
straits back then.”
His voice broke as he continued. “The temptation of that money was too great for us to resist.”
William wiped away tears with his scarred hands. “I agreed to let Sandy impersonate Marcus Blackwood’s
savior.”
“I thought once we got the money, we could escape poverty,” he confessed. “Buy a big house in the city and
live a peaceful life.”
His shoulders shook with sobs. “I never imagined my daughter would become like this.”
My hands clenched at my sides as painful memories flooded back like a dam bursting. I recalled the excitement and relief I had felt when encountering the villagers during my desperate escape from death.
I had shouted for help with my last remaining strength. I had given them my name and home addres finally collapsing from complete exhaustion.
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When I woke up in the hospital, Patricia Blackthorne and David Blackthorne were by my bedside. I had mentioned my missing moonstone bracelet to them.
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But Clara had dismissed it quickly. “You’re lucky to be alive. Don’t worry about such trivial things
Over time, I had forgotten about the bracelet’s existence entirely.
In my darkest moments, among all the werewolf pups who had suffered together, only Marcus Blackwood had survived along with me. The memories came rushing back with vivid clarity.
I remembered how he had carried me when I sprained my ankle during our desperate escape. He had fallen
several times but never gave up on me.
When I told him to leave me behind, he refused firmly. “You saved me first. I won’t abandon you.”
When the vicious kidnapper pursued us relentlessly, we hid in thorn bushes. He protected me with his own body, getting scratched and bloodied by the sharp thorns.
We had hidden in that desolate forest for two days and nights. We survived by drinking morning dew and eating whatever wild fruits we could find.
When he developed a high fever from his injuries, I carried him despite my own injured foot. We struggled together toward the distant village lights.
He had whispered weakly in my ear during that journey. “When you grow up, come find me at the Blackwood family. I will protect you for life.”
Later, I had indeed gone to the Blackwood family to find him. But Marcus Blackwood no longer remembered
me or our shared trauma.
Coming back to the present, the full weight of my situation crashed down on me. The family I had desperately tried to please for years weren’t my biological parents.
The Alpha I had been mated to for six years, based on his childhood promise to “protect me for life,” had disappointed me completely. My entire life had been easily replaced by someone else.
I suddenly laughed bitterly, my eyes reddening with unshed tears. “Would I have remained in the dark forever
if I hadn’t learned the truth?”
William continued apologizing, his guilt consuming him. But I turned away, wiping my tears hastily.
I felt like I would lose complete control if I stayed any longer.
I rushed out toward the end of the corridor, my vision blurred by tears. Hugo Ashworth called after me, but I
didn’t hear him through my emotional haze.
He frowned, glanced back at William’s room where the man was burying his face in his hands in equal anguish, then followed me.
He found me crouched on the Medical Center Stairwell, crying softly. When I heard footsteps approaching, I
quickly wiped away my tears and stood up.
I pretended nothing had happened/forcing my expression into neutrality.
Seeing it was Hugo, I stammered a greeting with a hoarse voice. “Hugo, what brings you here?”
He noticed my red, swollen eyes despite my denial. “What’s wrong? You’ve been crying.”
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“I haven’t been crying,” I lied weakly.
He asked with genuine concern, “What happened in there?”
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I posed a hypothetical question, my voice shaking slightly. “If someone’s biological parents had mistaken another child for their own, what would you do?”
Hugo considered this carefully. “I would tell them the truth directly*
“if they didn’t believe words alone, I’d suggest DNA evidence,” he added practically.
Hugo seemed to realize something important. “Are you referring to the Whitmore family’s recent reunion with their lost daughter?”
His amber eyes studied my face intently. “Perhaps Sandy Parker isn’t really the Whitmore family’s daughter.
“Maybe you’re related to the Whitmore family,” he continued thoughtfully. “Or even their real daughter.
I admitted quietly, “I’m not sure about my own identity anymore.”
Hugo laughed, but not mockingly. “The old Elena wouldn’t have been like this.”
“Instead of wallowing in self–pity, she would have taken action,” he said firmly.
I looked up at him curiously. “What was I like before?”
“You weren’t someone who viewed things pessimistically or acted indecisively,” he explained.
Hugo’s expression grew thoughtful. “I don’t know you personally, but I’ve heard your name and deeds so often
I’m tired of them.”
This made me wonder if my six years of troubled mating bond had truly caused me to lose myself
completely.
After several days without encountering Marcus Blackwood following our confrontation, Rachel Thompson curiously asked during breakfast, “Why doesn’t Marcus appear around you anymore?”
I explained calmly, “As the Shadow Moon Pack Alpha, he has his pride.”
“He won’t waste time on me since I remain unmoved by his efforts,” I added.
When Adrian Whitmore called asking when I was free, I said weekends worked for me.
“My mother wants to meet you,” he mentioned. “Could you return to the Southern Territory this weekend?”
I agreed without hesitation. “Of course.”
“I also have something important to tell you,” I added.
After hanging up, I felt an unexpected joy bubbling up inside me. I realized I had always liked Dorothea
Whitmore instinctively.
Now knowing Dorothea was likely my biological mother filled me with genuine anticipation.
On the weekend, I took a morning flight to the Northern Territory and checked into a hotel. I messaged Rachel
about my trip, telling her not to wait for me that evening.
After settling into my room, the curtains opened automatically to reveal the bright cityscape. I reflected on
never expecting to return to the Southern Territory under these circumstances.
Adrian messaged asking if I had arrived safely. “Rest well. Someone will pick you up in the afternoon.”
Jacob Hayes arrived to escort me, his manner respectful as always. “We’ll be returning to Riverside City soon now that we’ve found the second young miss.”
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At the private villa near Shadowmere Medical Center, which Samuel Whitmore had rented for Dorothea’s recuperation, Jacob led me to her bedroom.
When Dorothea Whitmore saw me, she immediately stood up with obvious joy. “Sweetheart!”
Previously, I had assumed Dorothea’s confusion was due to the trauma of losing her daughter. But now, knowing Dorothea might be my biological mother, hearing “Sweetheart” brought tears to my eyes.
Dorothea embraced me tightly, her voice filled with emotion. “I missed you so much. Do you not want your mother anymore?”
Dorothea then showed me a collection of jewelry hidden under the mattress. “I saved all of this for my
daughter.”
Despite my protests that it was too valuable, Adrian intervened. He selected a sapphire blue diamond brooch, explaining it was appropriate for my profession.
“It’s a gift from my mother,” he said gently.
After Dorothea happily went to choose more gifts with Jacob, Adrian turned to me with serious eyes. “What was the matter you wanted to discuss with me?”
