He Left Me For My Sister Now He Begs For Me Back Chapter 08
That day, Clara didn’t ask me much.
She just had me review a list for a charity project with her, then spoke with my aunt for a while about a medical fund the Westmoor Pack was planning to establish in the capital.
Before I left, she suddenly took my hand.
“Rebecca tells me you’re very good with accounts.”
I nodded.
“I only know the basics.”
She smiled warmly.
“That’s wonderful. Gavin despises financial reports. If he ever tries to dump the entire Pack budget on you, you tell me, and I’ll handle him.”
Gavin happened to walk in just then and heard her last comment. He frowned.
“Mother.”
Clara’s laugh grew brighter.
“What? She hasn’t even officially registered with you, and you’re already defending her?”
My face grew warm.
Gavin was silent for a moment, but he didn’t deny it.
On the way home, my aunt leaned back in her seat, resting with her eyes closed. I couldn’t help but ask, “Why does Gavin want to marry me?”
She opened her eyes.
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Two years ago, there was a flood in the Pinewater territory. Your father was assigned by the Royal Council to audit the relief funds and supplies.”
I remembered.
That year, my father had fallen seriously ill. The relief accounts were a disaster, and the audit team from the Royal Castle was applying pressure.
I had spent seven straight days reconciling digital receipts for him, and in the process, I discovered that a local supplier had inflated the number of disaster victims.
Using that lead, my father later uncovered an entire network of officials embezzling relief supplies.
But in the official report, my name was never mentioned.
My aunt said, “Gavin was responsible for escorting the royal relief convoy at the time. He saw the ledgers you corrected.”
My heart skipped a beat.
“Just because of the accounts?”
My aunt smiled.
“Not just because of that. But he made me promise not to tell you the rest.”
I didn’t ask again.
I just suddenly remembered that when my father returned from the disaster zone, he’d brought home a wooden box, saying it was a gift from one of the commanders on his detail.
Inside was a beautifully crafted fountain pen.
Father had found the barrel too slim for his hand, so he’d passed it on to me.
I had been using it for two years, never knowing who it came from.
My relationship with Gavin was confirmed quickly.
The Westmoor Pack Council had to review the identity and qualifications of their Alpha heir’s future mate, as the marriage would change my Pack affiliation and make me a candidate for their future Luna.
But this was not a political alliance or a fated mate bond.
Gavin had chosen me, and I had accepted of my own free will. We weren’t using a sacred bond as an excuse for a personal decision.
Once the news was announced, the Crawford household suddenly became a very busy place.