Chapter 51: The Son is Instigated
Chapter 51: The Son is Instigated
(Olivia’s POV)
Theodore and Eleonora entered just as Leo innocently declared, “The little baby is naturally Clara’s.”
I stared at my five–year–old son’s pure expression, realizing he didn’t understand the complexities of adult relationships. I had wanted to ask who the baby’s father was, but Leo had misunderstood my question entirely.
His innocent eyes held no deception, only the simple logic of a child who believed babies belonged to their mothers.
Eleonora quickly stepped forward, her voice sharp with authority. “Leo, don’t mention that bad woman in our home again.”
She knelt beside him, her tone softening but still firm. “And don’t contradict your mother. She’s pregnant and will soon give you a little sister.”
“Come here and hug your mother,” she encouraged, guiding him toward me.
I ignored him. Iris, who had just been pushed down by him, was still crying in Isadora’s arms. I pulled Iris close to me, offering her a piece of candy from my pocket. “Leo, apologize to Iris for pushing her.”
Leo’s face immediately hardened with defiance. “I won’t apologize! Iris insulted Aunt Clara first!”
His small fists clenched at his sides. “And I don’t want another sister because I already have Rosie!”
The name hit me like a physical blow. Rosie. Clara’s secret daughter with Theodore.
When Leo broke free from his grandmother’s side, he lunged toward Theodore, his small body trembling with sobs.
“Daddy, please take me to see Aunt Clara at the infirmary!” he pleaded, his voice breaking. “Rosie called and said Clara is
dying!”
The room went silent. Clara is dying? Both Theodore and his mother immediately fixed their eyes on me, their concern a heavy weight. I felt my blood run cold at the mention of the unauthorized call.
“Leo,” Theodore said, his voice firm as he gripped the boy’s shoulders. My stomach coiled into a tight knot when he added, “Only the pup your mother will bear will be your sister. We will not adopt Rosie.”
His voice then dropped, laced with the chilling authority of an Alpha. “Alistair, replace Leo’s communication device immediately. No unauthorized contact is permitted.”
The command shattered Leo’s hope. He began to struggle violently, his small fists beating against Theodore’s chest. “No!
I want to see Aunt Clara! I want Rosie!”
I could only watch, frozen in horror, as Theodore lifted his thrashing son and carried him toward the stairs, Leo’s heartbroken screams echoing through the hall.
I watched the father and son disappear up the staircase, feeling a cold emptiness settle in my chest.
Leo cared so much for Clara that he dared resist Theodore, the father he usually feared. The realization cut deeper than any blade.
Eleonora’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Arrange extra training sessions for the boy. He’s clearly too idle.”
After the manor quieted down, Isadora muttered under her breath, “I thought Rosie was just the orphan pup we planned to adopt. Why does she know so much about Clara’s affairs?”
Eleonora silenced her with a sharp glare, then turned to me with apologetic eyes.
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“Olivia, I’m so sorry we were deceived by Clara. I promise such things will never happen again.”
Her voice grew fierce. “Wolves like her should be thrown out of Stonehaven City entirely.”
I no longer believed such words. I didn’t care anymore.
Clara deserved her fate. Silvanus deserved his punishment. There was nothing left here worth my attachment.
Theodore approached and reached for my hand, echoing his mother’s promise. “I’ll give you an explanation and make them leave Stonehaven City.”
I coldly withdrew my hand, my gaze icy as it passed over his shoulder without meeting his eyes.
Twenty–one days left. Then I could completely leave this place.
“Alistair, arrange a car to return to my private apartment.”
As our car left the garage, Leo suddenly jumped out from the roadside, blocking our path.
The driver slammed the brakes, and I lurched forward with a gasp of alarm.
“Is the pup hurt?” I demanded, my heart racing.
After confirming Leo was unharmed, the driver brought him into the car. Leo’s face was streaked with tears and dirt.
“Mom, please let me live with you at the apartment!” he pleaded. “I don’t want to stay behind!”
Omega Servant came running after us, breathing heavily. “Luna, I apologize for the pup’s sudden disappearance.”
She looked at Leo with exasperation. “The tutor has arrived, and Iris is already in class. You must return immediately, or
your father will be furious.”
Her voice grew stern as she listed his schedule. “Combat training, strategy lessons, pack history studies – you have a full
day ahead.”
Hearing this overwhelming schedule, Leo cried desperately. “Mom, please save me!”
He looked at me with tearful eyes, expecting me to soften and take him away.
As the omega servant pulled the struggling, mud–covered pup away from the car, Leo cried even more pitifully.
His training clothes were stained, his eyes bloodshot from tears as he desperately called for his mother.
Hearing his heartbreaking cries, I felt intense pain in my heart and a dull ache in my belly. Was this the connection of
blood?
Despite everything Theodore and Clara had done to me, Leo bore no original sin. He had simply been led astray.
He was my only family in this world, the son I had carried for ten months and delivered through great suffering.
I stepped out of the car and faced the Pack Omega. “Release him. He’s coming with me.”
Leo threw himself into my arms, his tears and snot staining my dress as he cried “Mom.”
His innocent voice struck my heart like moonlight herb. I embraced my son tightly.
“Come with me, Leo. Let’s leave this place.”
In that moment, I wanted to take Leo away too. Without Theodore’s interference, my boy could become good again.
Leo nodded vigorously, and seeing his response, I showed my first genuine smile in days.
(Leo’s POV)
After Mom helped me get in the car, I watched as she instructed the omega servant.
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“Go tell Theodore this was my decision. Have him pack some of Leo’s belongings and give them to the guards for delivery to the apartment.”
When Mom stood with her back to me on the muddy grass, I looked at her from behind.
I remembered the phone call from earlier. Upstairs, I had locked myself in the bathroom and called Rosie, but heard a different voice instead.
“I’m Rosie’s grandmother,” the woman had said. “That means I’m your grandmother too.”
She told me Mom was pregnant. “If your mother gives birth to another sister, then Rosie will never be able to become your
sister.”
Her voice grew urgent. “Your mother’s health is poor. If she gives birth, she will die. You don’t want your mother to die, do you?”
I had said no, I didn’t want Mom to die.
“If you push your mother and make her fall, the child will be gone. Your mother won’t die, Rosie can still be your sister, and she won’t be sent far away.”
I didn’t want to lose Mom. I didn’t want to lose Rosie either.
I came back to my senses, looked at Mom with her back turned to me, and pushed forcefully against her back.
