bChapter /bb161/bb: /bbShe /bwas bthe /breal bdaughter /bbof /bFamily bWhitmore /b

bChapter /b161: She was the real daughter of Family Whitmore

(Elena ckwood’s POV)

Victoria ckwood’s eyes zed with fury as she stepped closer to me. Her face was flushed bwith /banger and grief.

“I just watched the surveince footage,” she said, her voice trembling with rage. “Do you know bwhat /bbI /bbsaw/bb?/bb” /bI remained silent, my hands clenched at my sides.

“If Marcus hadn’t turned the steering wheel toward your side at thest second, the driver’s seat bwouldn’t /bhave taken such severe damage,” Victoria continued, her words cutting through me like knives.

Her voice rose higher. “Werewolf instinct is self–preservation! Yet my son chose to protect you instead bof /bhimself!b” /b

Victoria’s eyes filled with tears of anger. “Except for parents protecting their children, who else bin /bbthis /bworld would do such a thing?”

She pointed an using finger at me. “Elena, if you had any heart at all, you wouldn’t say such cold–blooded words in this situation!”

I unconsciously clenched my fists tighter. The truth of her words hit me like physical blows.

I couldn’t find any response. The weight of Marcus’s sacrifice pressed down on my chest.

The emergency room light suddenly turned green. Dr. Scott emerged first, followed by Director Henry Baker.

Victoria rushed forward immediately. “Doctor, how is my son’s condition?”

Dr. Scott removed his surgical mask, his expression relieved. “The surgery was sessful.”

Director Baker stepped forward to exin. “Fortunately, the heart were not damaged. Alpha Marcus only needs proper rest to recover fully.”

Victoria’s legs nearly gave out with relief. She pressed her hand to her chest, breathing heavily.

Sebastian ckwood ced a supportive hand on her shoulder. “I told you Marcus would be fine. Good people have their own fortune.”

“Thank the Moon Goddess,” Victoria whispered, tears streaming down her face.

The medical staff began wheeling Marcus’s gurney toward the recovery ward. The ckwood family members followed closely behind.

I remained standing in the corridor, watching them disappear around the corner. My feet felt brooted /bbto /bbthe /b

floor.

After several minutes of silenceb, /bfinally turned and walked toward bthe /bbhospital exit/b. My bfootsteps /bbechoed /b

hollowly in the empty hallway.

As bI /bstepped outside the bhospital/bb, /btwo figures hurried toward bme /bthrough bthe /bbevening /bbshadows/bb. /bbI /bblooked /bbup /bbto /bbsee /bAdrian Whitmore and Jacob Hayes approaching.

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Adrian’s expression was tense with worry as he stopped bin /bfront of bme/bb. /bb“/bAre byou /bbalright/bb?/bb” /b

I shook my head, my voiceing out hoarse. “I’m fineb.” /b

“I heard about the ident involving you and Marcus,” Adrian said, his eyes scanning bmy /bbface /bbfor /binjuries. “Are you hurt beyond that forehead wound?”

“Only minor injuries,” I reassured him. “Nothing serious.”

Adrian’s expression visibly rxed upon hearing this. He nodded with obvious relief.

“Let me drive you back to your hotel,” he offered gently.

During the drive, I remained on edge. Every sound of traffic made me tense. The trauma from bthe /brecent ident had left me hypersensitive to any sudden movements.

Adrian noticed my nervousness and drove extra carefully. He avoided sudden turns and maintained a bsteady/b, gentle pace.

When we reached the hotel, Adrian personally escorted me upstairs. His protective presence wasforting after the day’s chaos.

At my hotel room door, Adrian suddenly asked, “Elena, you have Rh–negative blood, don’t you?”

I was startled and turned to look at him. “How did you know?”

Adrian’s eyes held a mixture of certainty and emotion. “You really are my sister, aren’t you?”

After a moment of silence, I nodded slowly. “Yes.”

Adrian’s face lit up with aplex mix of joy and pain. “I knew it. I believed you were indeed my sister.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “When you asked about my and Mother’s blood types that day, I found bit /b

strange.”

“Later, when I realized Sandy Parker might be problematic, I investigated in that direction,” Adrian continued. “I discovered her blood type didn’t match ours.”

His voice grew angry. “The previous identification had been tampered with.”

I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. “Thebination of Rh–negative blood, being adopted, and resembling your mother convinced you?”

“Simr faces might exist in the world,” Adrian said firmly. “But the rare panda blood type couldn’t be

coincidental.”

I took a deep breath. “I had also investigated Sandy Parker’s blood type. I wanted to tell you, but I worried you

wouldn’t believe me.”

Adrian nodded understandingly. “Without thinking in that direction, relying solely on the identification bresults /bwould make it difficult to believe your words.”

“Who tampered with the identification?b” /bbI /basked.

“A rtive from Mother’s family, Adrian revealed, his jaw tightening. “I’m balready /bbfollowing /bbthe /bbtrail to /bbfind /bbthe /bperson behind this scheme.”

He ced his hand on my shoulder gently. “Father now also believes bSandy /bbParker /bbisn’t /bbhis /bbdaughter /b

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Adrian’s voice became protective. “But considering the girl’s reputation, he wants to handle her situation first before bringing you home.”

I smiled for the first time that day. “I understand. I agree with that approach.”

(God’s POV)

The next day, Sandy Parker paced anxiously in her room at the Whitmore Estate. Her hands shook as she checked her phone repeatedly.

This was clearly her first time being involved in such a scheme. She hadn’t slept well all night, her mind racing with worry and fear.

An anonymous text message suddenly appeared on her phone screen: “Already resolved.”

Sandy stared at the message, her face pale with a mixture of relief and terror.

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