He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 29

He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 29

My sister did not end up in long-term detention.

Not because I softened.

Gavin said I was about to be married, and there was no need to have my name forever tied to that lake in a public hearing.

But the matter wasn’t covered up, either.

The Crown Pack’s public order department created a full record.

My sister confessed to intentionally sabotaging the railing, paying the worker, and creating a dangerous incident. In exchange for her cooperation, formal prosecution was suspended on the condition that she submit to strict psychological treatment, wear a tracking device, and relocate to a closed rehabilitation center in the north.

Without permission from the department, she was forbidden from returning to the capital or contacting me or Gavin.

If she violated any of those conditions, the case would be immediately reopened.

My father personally signed off on financial restrictions, freezing her private accounts so she couldn’t bribe anyone else.

My mother cried for three days straight.

On the fourth day, she came to see me.

I was packing the personal belongings I would be taking with me to Westmoor.

She stood in my doorway for a long time before asking, “Adeline, do you hate me?”

I thought about it, then shook my head.

Her tears fell at once.

“You won’t even hate me?”

It was a strange thing to say.

As though my refusal to hate her was more painful than hatred itself.

I said, “Mother, I’m just tired.”

She began to sob.

“I admit it—I played favorites. But it was because Victoria took your place in that disaster. Every time I saw her cough, every time her wolf failed to answer her call, all I could see was the way she looked when they pulled her from the lake. I was so afraid of wronging her.”

I nodded.

“I understand.”

She looked up, a flicker of hope in her eyes.

But I continued, “But because you were afraid of wronging her, you never stopped wronging me.”

The hope on her face died.

I lowered my head and went back to my packing.

“It won’t happen again. Because I’m leaving.” 

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