Chapter 4

"Rowena Sawthorne, what are you planning to do to Brett! Don't you dare lay a finger on him!" I shrieked hysterically.

Rowena instantly cowered in Wesley's arms. She looked up with tears welling in her eyes, sounding aggrieved, "Maggie, what are you saying? Brett is being looked after by the best nannies. How could you accuse me like this in public?"

I tried my best to use the mind-link to sense Brett, but I couldn't sense anything. My instincts told me that something must have happened to him.

I grabbed Wesley's arm and said with a trembling voice, "Wesley, I beg you. Trust me, just this once! O-Our son is in danger!"

Wesley merely shrugged me off impatiently. He yelled, annoyed, "Maggie, enough! Rowena has kindly helped to look after Brett, and this is how you repay her? How could you!"

I froze on the spot as I felt a chill run down my back. I never thought that in his eyes, I already become so despicable.

Rowena sobbed as if on cue, "Maggie must be blaming me for spending too much time with you, Wesley. It's fine. I know she has post-partum depression. I don't blame her. It's all my fault."

Then, she lifted her hand as if about to slap herself.

Wesley immediately stopped her. He glared at me icily. "Maggie, having depression isn't a reason for you to hurt someone! You think that just because you are ill, everyone has to give in to you?

"I'm starting to suspect that perhaps you weren't even sick at all! That all this is just your tactic to gain sympathy! You apologize to Rowena right at once!"

He gripped my wrist so tightly that I was sweating cold sweat. I opened my mouth, but accidentally spat out black blood, which splattered onto his sleeve.

A wave of gasps erupted from the crowd.

Wesley let me go, looking shocked. "W-What's going on with you?"

The Wolfsbane was going to take full effect soon. I did not have much time left. But even until my last breath, I was going to save my pup.

I suppressed the blood in my throat and slowly knelt on my knees in front of everyone.

"Rowena, I'm sorry."

I looked at her, barely able to hide her smug smile. I asked Wesley, "Are you happy now?"

Wesley was stunned. His face lost its color. "Y-You didn't have to."

"Maggie's apology was so sincere," Rowena interrupted as she slowly approached me. "Your mother must have done a lot to teach you how to be a Luna."

Then, she bent down and whispered smugly in my ear, "By the way, I forgot to tell you. The black market is really happy with your pup's heart. But since it's for a good cause to save someone, I only charged them 200 bucks. Once I get the money, I'll split half with you. How's that?"

Her words were like a bomb detonating in my mind.

I tried to pounce on Rowena hysterically once more, but Wesley shoved me aside.

"Maggie! You're still trying to hurt her!" Wesley barked in surprise and fury.

I lay on the ground, clearly sensing the link between Brett and me getting weaker by the moment.

Then, in despair and pain, I slowly lost consciousness.

Late that night, when Wesley returned home, exhausted from the day, he entered a dark house.

He never thought that Maggie, who caused a scene, didn't even call him. She didn't even send a text to ask about his whereabouts.

An inexplicable sense of panic ran down his back. The next second, he kicked a mug on the floor. When he picked it up, he could smell the thick scent of Wolfsbane in the mug.

At that moment, his phone rang shrilly, cutting through the silence like a knife. It was from the clinic.

"Wesley, please come to the clinic, right away!"