Chapter 65: Olivia Knows Their Secret
Chapter 65: Olivia Knows Their Secret
(Olivia’s POV)
Theodore stared intently at Killian, his eyes blazing with fury. “Seize them!”
His pack warriors immediately moved to surround Killian and Elara. The little girl’s face went white with terror as the massive wolves closed in around her and her father.
“Auntie, I really didn’t do it,” Elara cried, her voice breaking with desperation. “It was Leo who pushed me into the pool, and he lost his balance and fell in too.”
Killian stood firm despite being outnumbered, his protective instincts flaring as he shielded his daughter. Though his royal bloodline had declined, he was still a formidable Alpha, and his stance radiated quiet authority.
“My daughter doesn’t lie,” he said coldly, meeting Theodore’s glare without flinching.
My heart was torn between protecting this innocent child and caring for my unconscious son. But Leo’s safety had to come first.
“Don’t harm them,” I ordered the warriors sharply. “We’ll sort this out later.”
Theodore was already moving toward the pack infirmary, carrying Leo in his arms. “We need to get him medical attention
now.”
Just as we reached the entrance, Leo’s eyes fluttered open. His small voice was weak and frightened.
“Mom, I’m so scared,” he whimpered.
Relief flooded through me like a tidal wave. I pulled him into my arms, holding him tight against my chest.
“You’re safe now, my little wolf,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
But Elara’s clear voice cut through my relief. “Luna, you can check the surveillance.”
Leo immediately began to whine, his voice taking on that familiar manipulative tone I’d heard too many times before.
“Mom, don’t you believe me? I didn’t do it, there’s no need to watch the surveillance.” He clutched at my dress with wet fingers. “My head hurts so much.”
The desperation in his voice made me pause. I’d seen this behavior before – the lies, the manipulation, the crocodile tears.
My resolve hardened like steel. “Manager, bring up the surveillance footage from the pool area. Now.”
“Mom, please,” Leo begged, but I ignored his protests.
The large screen flickered to life, displaying the truth for all to see. The video was crystal clear, showing Leo and Elara by the decorative pond.
I watched in horror as my son grabbed Elara’s arm roughly, shouting something at her. Then he shoved her hard toward
the water.
Elara stumbled backward, her arms windmilling as she tried to keep her balance. Leo lunged forward to push her again, but his momentum carried him over the edge.
Both children hit the water with loud splashes.
But the most damning part came next. Theodore’s warriors rushed to the pool, diving in to rescue Leo. They performed
CPR on him immediately, wrapping him in warm towels.
Meanwhile, Elara was still flailing in the water, her small arms barely keeping her afloat. The warriors completely ignored her desperate struggles.
My heart seized with horror at their cold indifference. This innocent child could have drowned while they focused only on
Leo.
Only when a lone figure – Cain Nightwood – leaped into the water did Elara get pulled to safety.
The truth was undeniable. My son had lied to me again, and an innocent child had nearly died because of it.
Overwhelming disappointment crashed over me like a wave. I pushed Leo away from me, unable to bear his touch.
The guilty warriors immediately parted to make way for me, their heads hanging in shame.
I walked straight to where Elara stood shivering in her father’s arms. Crouching before her, I was consumed by guilt that felt like acid in my throat.
“Ellie, Auntie is so sorry,” I said, my voice breaking with emotion. “I failed to teach Leo properly, and it caused you to suffer.”
I pulled the trembling pup into a tight, apologetic embrace. Her small body was still cold from the water, and she clung to me like I was her lifeline.
But Leo remained completely unrepentant. He stormed over and shoved Elara away from me with both hands.
“You’re a rogue pup with no mom, what right do you have to hug my mother!” he screamed, his face twisted with jealousy and rage.
At those cruel words, Elara burst into heartbroken tears. The sound cut through me like a blade.
My fury erupted like a volcano. “Leo Redgrave, you not only hurt Elara, but you also lied and are now mocking her. You’re hopeless! Apologize to Elara now!”
Leo shrieked back at me, his voice shrill with defiance. “I did nothing wrong! You’re my mom, not hers, why are you scolding me for her?”
I’d reached my absolute limit. “If you don’t apologize to Elara today, you are no longer my son.”
The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Leo’s face crumpled, but instead of apologizing, he ran straight to Clara Thorne’s side.
“You don’t want me, so I don’t want you either! I want Aunt Clara to be my mom.”
Clara immediately wrapped her arms around him, shooting me a triumphant look over his head.
Rosalie, clearly egged on by the drama, stuck her tongue out at me. “Bad she–wolf! Bad she–wolf!”
The insult was cut short by the sharp c***k of a slap. Theodore had struck his own secret daughter across the face.
“You ill–mannered thing, who allowed you to curse at an elder?” he snarled, fiercely protective of my honor despite everything.
Rosalie’s cheek turned bright red as she started wailing. Clara protectively grabbed her daughter and shoved Leo away roughly.
“Aunt Clara, you don’t want me either?” Leo cried out in shock, his world crumbling around him. “You said you’d be my
mother!”
This public outburst ignited a flurry of whispers among the guests. I could hear them noting Rosalie’s striking
resemblance to Theodore.
Across the room, Evangeline Thorne smashed her wine glass against the floor. The elderly matriarch’s eyes were fixed on Clara with murderous rage.
Theodore realized the disaster unfolding around us. He dragged Leo over and forced him to his knees.
“Apologize to Miss Elara. Now.”
Leo complied reluctantly, his voice barely audible. “Sorry.”
But then he looked up at Elara defiantly. “But my mom is my mom, she’ll never be your mom!”
I felt utterly suffocated by the chaos surrounding me. Leo was clinging to my leg while Theodore’s arm wrapped possessively around my waist.
I pushed them both away with all my strength. “You stay here for the betrothal ceremony,” I said coldly to Theodore. “And you deal with the warriors who stood by and did nothing.”
Then I took Elara’s small hand in mine. She reached for her father’s hand with her other one.
The three of us walked away together, leaving the wreckage behind.
(Theodore’s POV)
The sight of them walking away as a family unit stabbed at Theodore’s heart like a silver blade. Olivia looked more natural with Killian and his daughter than she ever had with him and Leo.
After they disappeared from view, Clara sidled up to him. Her voice was a venomous whisper in his ear.
“Brother–in–law, I saw my sister and Professor Vance coming out of the pantry in the lounge earlier. It’s such a small, cluttered space… they must have been pressed up against each other.”
Theodore’s mind raced as the implications hit him. He remembered Olivia arriving with her makeup already ruined by
tears, before she had even seen Leo’s accident.
The horrifying possibility dawned on him like a nightmare coming true. If she had been in that pantry, she had seen and heard everything he and Clara had said and done.
Every intimate word, every touch, every promise he’d made to his mistress.
A flash of panic crossed his mind, and he roared at the hotel manager. “Bring me the surveillance footage!”
