My Alpha Wants Two Lunas I'm Done novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111 The Confrontation

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“Exactly! Laila, you can’t be ungrateful!”

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Freya wiped her tears and played along. “When your family … had that accident, my mom was scared you’d break down. She stayed by your side day and night. She even let you sleep next to her so you wouldn’t feel alone. She helped you get through your darkest days. How can you be so heartless now and just let her die?”

“Laila, you were the one who asked the Alpha King to break the mate bond with Holt. Holt and I never wanted you to leave!”

Elara clutched her chest dramatically. “I still remember you saying you’d always treat me like your mom! When you left, I almost emptied Ironclaw Pack’s storage just to make sure you’d be okay. I was scared you’d suffer after leaving… The big furniture, the expensive furs, even the tableware-you took all of it, didn’t you? How can you forget that and still refuse to let Rowan save me?”

Her dramatic speech worked. More and more people gathered around, whispering.

A few voices drifted over clearly.

“I think it’s true… The day Laila left Ironclaw Pack, the moving line was super long. She took a lot of stuff.”

“I saw it too. Several big wagons. Carved screens, thick rugs, even bronze candle holders were loaded up.”

“If she really got that much compensation, then doing this now … it doesn’t look good.”

“Who knows what the real story is? Noble families are always complicated…”

Laila stood still, listening to everything. Her golden eyes narrowed slightly in the sunlight.

Faulkner and the two housekeepers stood beside Laila. They didn’t rush to argue. They just listened coldly while Elara talked and the crowd whispered.

Slowly, Elara’s wailing died down. She just kept sobbing.

When the crowd was still murmuring, Faulkner stepped forward. “Mrs. Enclaw,” he said calmly, “I’m Faulkner White, the Beta butler of Silvermoon Pack. You’re ill. It’s not good for on the ground. Now, I’d like to clear up a few facts-”

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Chapter 111 The Confrontation

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“You’re just a butler! What right do you have to speak for Laila? Let her talk herself! What does she want? Does she only feel better if I die?”

Faulkner’s gray beard moved slightly as he gave a cold smile. “Managing pack affairs and easing Ms. Conlay’s burden is my job. If she had to handle every small matter herself, that would mean I failed at my job.”

He took a thick, rolled scroll from Martha. It was made of treated animal hide.

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