Chapter 233: Has He Grown Weary and Decided to Give Up?
Chapter 233: Has He Grown Weary and Decided to Give Up?
(Sophia Rivers’s POV)
I snapped back to reality and sneered, “You speak as if you can help me get out.”
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Hazel Green’s eyes narrowed slightly. She leaned forward in her chair, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper.
“I can arrange for pack physicians to conduct a mental evaluation,” she said carefully. “If they determine you were suffering from psychological distress during the incidents, it could reduce your sentence significantly.”
I studied her face, searching for the trap I knew had to be there. Nothing came free with Hazel Green, especially not now.
“And what do you want in return?” I asked flatly.
(Marcus Blackwood’s POV)
In my private chamber at Moonhaven Estate, I was reviewing territorial documents when my phone rang. Dr. Samuel Mitchell’s name appeared on the screen.
“Alpha Blackwood,” his voice came through clearly. “I’m calling about Oliver Rivers.”
I set down the papers and leaned back in my chair. “What about him?”
“He’s been persistently asking for his mother,” Dr. Mitchell explained. “They haven’t seen each other for at least six months now. You were the one who insisted on bringing him to the Blackwood family out of compassion for the child.”
I remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
“Now that the mother and son are separated, I’m no longer concerned about the arrangement,” he said carefully. “But I thought you should know about his emotional state.”
“How is he?” I eventually asked.
Dr. Mitchell’s tone shifted slightly. “The boy is well–fed and has grown taller, even gained weight under the care of your estate staff.”
He paused, then added with obvious disapproval, “I’m starting to suspect if she’s even his biological mother. I’ve never seen a mother with ample resources let her child suffer from malnutrition!”
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The accusation in his voice was clear. Sophia had neglected Oliver even when she had the means to care for him properly.
“It’s Sophia’s son after all,” Dr. Mitchell continued. “If he returned to her side, he probably wouldn’t have a good life. But if he continues to stay with the Blackwood family, helping others raise sons, the pack elders probably wouldn’t be willing to accept this arrangement long–term, would they?”
I had been expecting this conversation. The pack hierarchy had its rules, and raising another Alpha’s child indefinitely would raise questions about succession and bloodline purity.
“I’ve found a pack family willing to adopt Oliver,” I declared.
The silence on the other end stretched for several seconds.
“You want to send the child away for adoption while he still has a living guardian?” Dr. Mitchell’s shock was evident. “Aren’t you afraid of Sophia using this to threaten you through their pack bond?”
“A mother who is imprisoned and has a history of child abuse,” I said calmly. “It’s not impossible to strip her of her guardianship rights.”
Dr. Mitchell was quiet for a moment, processing this information.
“A seven–year–old child already has his own thoughts,” he said finally. “How would you explain it to him?”
“Oliver will slowly accept the new arrangement,” I replied with finality.
(Elena Blackwood’s POV)
As evening approached at the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute, Dr. Edmund Fisher approached me before leaving work.
“Elena, we’re having a department dinner at a nearby tavern tonight,” he said with his characteristic cheerful smile. “Contemporary healers should also enjoy life and relax appropriately.”
I was speechless at his casual invitation. The idea of socializing felt foreign after everything that had happened recently.
“Rachel, do you want to go?” I asked, turning to Rachel Thompson who was organizing patient files nearby.
Rachel shook her head apologetically. “I have to help my younger siblings with their studies tonight.”
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Dr. Fisher laughed. “Look, look, this is the downside of having pups!”
Rachel retorted with a grin, “You better not let your mate have any in the future!”
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Their easy banter made me smile despite myself. It felt good to witness normal pack interactions, free from the political machinations that had consumed my life lately.
“The dinner is scheduled for eight,” Dr. Fisher said to me. “You should come. It’ll be good for
you.”
I found myself nodding. “Alright, I’ll be there.”
The dinner was scheduled for 8 p.m. I returned to Moonhaven Estate to change before heading out.
In the hallway, I encountered Marcus. He glanced at me, taking in my casual attire.
“Not having dinner at the estate?” he asked.
“No, there’s a department dinner tonight,” I replied, expecting him to inquire further or attempt
to stop me.
Instead, he simply noted my thin shirt. “It’s autumn, it gets cold at night. Take a jacket.”
With that, Marcus walked past me without another word.
Has he grown weary and decided to give up? I wondered, surprised by his unusually passive response to my plans.
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