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bChapter /bb141/bb: /bbThe /bWeight bof /bbTruth /b

bChapter /bb141/bb: /bThe bWeight /bof Truth

b(/bElena’s POV)

I bstared /bat David’s peaceful face as he slept in the recovery chamber. The weight bof /bbtruth /bbpressed /bbdown /bbon /bmy chest like a stone.

Should bI /btell him that Sophia was his biological sister? The very

Son who had driven our badoptive /bfamily bto /b

The cruelty of such a revtion made imy /iheart ache. How could I burden ibi /i

was still so fragile?

this

with this knowledge when he

Marcus stood beside me, his jaw clenched tight. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“Have you ever considered that you might not be a child of the ckthorne family?”

I replied calmly, “I’ve known that for a long time.”

His golden eyes widened with surprise. “You knew?”

I stood up slowly, facing him directly. “Yes, for a long time. Even though they were only my foster parents, they still suffered because of me.”

My voice cracked slightly. “They could have been saved.”

My eyes reddened with suppressed emotion. The familiar crushing weight settled in Marcus’s chest as he was reminded once again that he was the architect of this tragedy.

After a moment of my emotional release, he could only offer a hoarse “I’m sorry.“,

He had no other words.

I momentarily wavered, almost moved by his genuine remorse. But I steeled myself against the feeling.

“Save your apologies for David instead,” I suggested quietly.

(Sophia’s POV)

The suburban linn reeked of cheap disinfectant and stale cigarettes. I sat in the dimly lit lobby, heavily

disguised with a hat and sunsses.

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My fingers trembled as I lit another cigarette. This habit had developed during my rtionship with a certain Alpha, though I’d never smoked in front of Marcus to maintain my perfect image.

Sandy Parker finally arrived, her cheap clothes making her stand out even in this rundown ce.

“Did you get the money?” I asked immediately, not bothering with pleasantries.

Sandy’s face fell. “My father received the eight million from the ckwood Consortium, but he only gave me

three hundred thousand.”

I bfelt /bmy blood pressure spike, “What?”

“He ims the rest is for building houses and business investments,” she continued miserably. “He even changed the ount password so I can’t ess it.”

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bMy /beyes bturned cold /bband calcting /bbbehind /bbmy /bbsunsses/bb. /bb“/bbWithout me/bb, /bbyour /bfamily bwould /bbnever /bbhave /bbhad /bbsuch /ban bopportunity for social /bbadvancement/bb./bb” /b

Sandy bshifted /bbufortably /bbunder /bmy gaze.

“bDo /byou understand what I’m offering you?” bI /bleaned forward. “The chance bto /bbbe /bMarcus’s saviorb. /bbTo /bbgain /bhis btrust /band drive a wedge between him and his Luna.”

Sandy’s eyes lit up with hope. “You mean I could actually-”

“He’s mated,” I cut her off with a mockingugh.

Her face crumpled with disappointment.

“Despite our years of acquaintance and passionate rtionship, even I didn’t secure the Luna position,” bI /breminded her harshly. “What makes you think you could?”

I stubbed out m

cigarette with unnecessary force. “You’re a fake, Sandy. But you’re my fake.”

“I need one million within two days,” I demanded.

(Elena’s POV)

Two dayster, sunlight filtered through the medical center’s lush along the peaceful paths.

garden canopy. I pushed David’s wheelchair

Marcus’s Elite Guards and two pack nurses followed at a respectful distance.

I stopped by an artificialke, crouching beside David’s chair. “Look at the beautiful scenery,” I said softly, pointing across the water.

“You should enjoy the sunshine after being confined for so long.”

David couldn’t speak and his legs remained paralyzed due to prolonged unconsciousness. But he could understand my words and blink slowly in response.

His eyes followed my gestures, taking in the peaceful garden around us.

My phone rang suddenly. Hugo Ashworth’s name appeared on the screen.

“Elena, I need you at the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute immediately,” his voice was urgent.

I looked at David apologetically. “I have to go. The nurses will stay with you.”

”

I hurried to the institute, finding the internal medicine department overwhelmed with patients. Hugo was working alone, his usually pristine appearance slightly disheveled.

“I’m sorry I’mte,” I said breathlessly.

He nced up from his patient files. “You’ve been busytely.”

“My foster brother is recovering,” I exined quickly.

Our conversation was interrupted when Dr. Barton Mitchell burst through the door.

“Critical brain hemorrhage patient requiring immediate craniotomy!” he announced. “All other surgeons are

upied.”

Hugo looked at me intently. “Are your hands steady enough for surgery?”

I stared down at my right hand, remembering the silver dagger. “I’m not sure about my capabilities after the

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btrauma/bb./bb” /b

bHugo /bbstepped /bbcloser/bb, /bbhis /bamber beyes /bbserious/b. b“/bbI’ll assist /bbyou/bb./bb” /b

I bknew /bbabout /bbhis /bbcondition /bbthat /bprevented him from bseeing blood /bduring boperations/b. His boffer /bbmeant /b

beverything/b.

In the surgical chamber, bI /bstood before the operating table. My first surgery bsince /bmy injury loomed bahead /bbof /bollibme/bb. /b/li/ol

Doubt clouded my mind. What if my hands weren’t steady enough? What if I failedb? /b

Hugo stepped behind me, his presence warm and reassuring.

Gently, he took hold of my right hand, offering his support through our professional bond in this crucial

moment.

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