Chapter 50: Father’s Choice
Chapter 50: Father’s Choice
(God’s POV)
Theodore’s face paled as he stared at Olivia’s questioning eyes. Panic flashed across his features before he quickly composed himself.
“My love, you’ve misunderstood,” he said, his voice unnaturally steady. “I was worried on Caleb’s behalf. He and Clara have been seeing each other.”
Eleonora stepped forward, nodding vigorously. “That’s right, dear. Caleb specifically requested we hire her as Leo’s
caregiver.”
She placed a comforting hand on Olivia’s shoulder. “She seemed decent and well–educated. How could I have known she
would hide her identity and corrupt Leo with such ill intentions?”
Eleonora’s eyes filled with tears as she clutched Olivia’s hands. “Please, you must trust both me and my son. Theodore
would never do anything to betray you.”
Olivia’s gaze shifted between mother and son, noting their perfectly synchronized explanations. Not only were they
refusing to acknowledge any connection between Theodore and Clara, but they were also throwing all blame on the girl.
Ophelia watched this exchange with growing horror. With the pup now lost, she realized Theodore and his mother might
abandon Clara completely. She couldn’t let that happen.
“I believe-” Olivia began, her resolve wavering slightly.
Ophelia thought of how Olivia resembled her deceased mother Lyra–a woman who could not tolerate betrayal. When Lyra
had discovered Silvanus’s affair, she had taken Olivia and left that very night, never seeing Silvanus again.
If Olivia learned the truth now, she would surely be as decisive as her mother.
“My daughter is pregnant with Theodore’s pup!” Ophelia shouted, her voice echoing through the room.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Silvanus reacted instantly, slapping Ophelia across the face with such force that she stumbled backward.
“How dare you talk such nonsense!” he scolded, his face contorted with rage. “Our daughter has suffered a trauma. She’s mentally confused!”
Silvanus understood the situation perfectly. Eleonora and Theodore couldn’t possibly turn against Olivia now. If they revealed the truth, they would face public condemnation, and even if Clara survived, her reputation would be ruined.
However, if they endured this temporary setback, they still had Rosalie. As long as Rosalie existed, Theodore wouldn’t abandon them completely.
A pack healer suddenly rushed into the room, his expression grave. “The doctor is trying to save the patient, but our blood bank is running low.”
He looked at the gathered family members. “Clara has a rare silver–resistant blood type. We need someone with the same blood type to donate immediately.”
Silvanus stepped forward. “I’ll donate-” He stopped mid–sentence, remembering something crucial.
He turned and pointed at Olivia. “She also has the rare blood type! Use her blood for my daughter!”
His finger trembled with accusation. “She pushed my daughter downstairs. She should donate blood to save her!”
Olivia looked at Theodore, waiting for him to intervene. When he remained silent, her lips curled into a sneer.
“How dare you have the audacity to ask the pack’s Luna to give a blood transfusion to your omega daughter?”
Eleonora quickly interjected, “Although Luna indeed has the silver–resistant blood type, and Luna should take care of pack members, she’s physically weak and currently pregnant.”
She placed a protective arm around Olivia. “She didn’t push anyone, so there’s no need for atonement!”
The impatient healer grabbed Silvanus’s arm. “We don’t have time for this. Come with me now if you want to help your daughter.”
After taking statements from everyone and reviewing surveillance footage from outside the building, Pack Enforcer Kade delivered his judgment.
“Clara grabbed Olivia and dragged her to the window, intending to push Olivia downstairs,” he announced formally. “Olivia dodged, and Clara fell out of the window when her push missed its target.”
The enforcer’s expression softened slightly. “Given your relationships and the fact that the suspect is still in critical condition, I hope you can reach a settlement. If no settlement is reached, we will formally file charges with the Pack Council.”
Eleonora immediately embraced Olivia. “I knew my precious Olivia was too kind to do such a thing.”
She stroked Olivia’s hair tenderly. “Let’s handle the discharge procedures so we can go home and rest.”
Theodore wrapped his arm around Olivia’s waist and guided her toward the exit, showing no attachment to Clara still fighting for her life in intensive care.
As they walked, Olivia noticed Theodore discreetly using his phone, commanding his Beta to find pack members with the same blood type to provide fresh blood for Clara.
When she had been kidn*pped and injured before, he had shown the same care for her. Now that care belonged to Clara.
When they approached the exit,Silvanus and Ophelia blocked their path.
Silvanus’s face was etched with guilt as he pleaded, “Olivia, you can hate me and your Aunt Ophelia, but Clara is innocent. She’s your sister.”
He fell to his knees. “I’m begging you, please settle with us and don’t prosecute her.”
Pain pierced Olivia’s heart as she watched Silvanus humble himself for Clara’s sake. She asked coldly, “Then tell me, was the k********g case from years ago your doing?”
Silvanus’s eyes widened in shock. He stepped back, disbelief written across his face.
“What k********g case?” Silvanus stammered, avoiding eye contact. His guilt was evident in every nervous gesture.
Olivia stared at the face that had haunted her nightmares for years. “You don’t admit it, and I can’t force you. After all, it’s been ten years, with no witnesses and no evidence.”
Her voice was ice. “I already gave you a chance, but you couldn’t grasp it.”
After Olivia left the interrogation room with Eleonora and Agnes following, Theodore remained behind. His dark eyes
narrowed with cold intent as he stared at Silvanus.
No one who hurt Olivia would escape without paying a price.
He signaled to his pack guards, who immediately grabbed Silvanus by the arms.
“What are you doing?” Silvanus protested, struggling against their grip. “I’m Olivia’s biological father! I couldn’t have kidn*pped her! She has no evidence!”
Theodore’s voice was deadly calm. “I never need evidence for my actions. Drag him away to feed the rogues.”
Realizing he couldn’t escape, Silvanus broke free from the guards and rushed toward Olivia, who was still within earshot.
“I’m willing to turn myself in,” he declared desperately, “but you must keep your word and settle with Clara to spare her.”
(Olivia’s POV)
I looked at the man I called Father as he showed such overwhelming love for his other daughter, and my heart fractured. A bitter memory surfaced–a time I believed he loved me just the same.
“Fine,” I agreed, my voice a frozen whisper.
Back at Redgrave Manor, Isadora had already returned with Leo and Iris. When she saw me, she rushed forward, her face a
mask of nervous concern.
“Are you alright?” she asked, her voice dripping with a false sweetness that turned my stomach. “What a terrible ordeal
you’ve been through.”
Just then, Iris ran to me, her eyes shimmering with genuine tears. “Is my aunt okay?”
I dropped to my knees and pulled the young pup into my arms, finally letting my own tears fall. Only this child’s concern
was real. “I’m fine, Iris,” I whispered, stroking her soft hair.
The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs drew my attention. I looked up to see Leo standing there, his expression
sullen as he surveyed the scene. His eyes, cold and assessing, settled on me, and he frowned. “Mom, take me to the infirmary to visit Aunt Clara.”
Iris pulled away from my embrace, her small face indignant. “Clara is a bad aunt! She tried to push Aunt Olivia downstairs!”
I watched in horror as Leo shoved his sister, making the smaller pup stumble. “Aunt Clara wouldn’t push my mom,” he
sneered. “It was my mom who pushed Aunt Clara!”
His voice rose to a shrill accusation. “Otherwise, why is my mom sitting here unharmed while Aunt Clara is lying in the
infirmary, bleeding so much she might die? And the little pup in her belly is gone too.”
His words hit me like a heavy punch. That puppy… was gone too. He knew. He had always known that Clara was
pregnant.
My gaze locked onto his eyes, “You knew Clara was pregnant too!” I demanded angrily, my voice trembling with rage. “Then do you know whose puppy it was?”
