Puppy Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

~Liam~ I found myself seated in Justin's office, my patience tested as I awaited my cousin's call, hoping to hear that his mission on Cain Island had been accomplished without a hitch. I'd be dishonest if I claimed not to harbour some worry. It wasn't a lack of faith in Justin's competence that concerned me; rather, it was the nagging fear that perhaps we had underestimated our adversaries. To be truthful, receiving news of the shipment was a welcome relief after enduring several months of frustrating stagnation. If it weren't for Sophia and the magnitude of what was at stake, I would have decided to head to Gad with Josephine. Ever since I confided in Lord Alexei, he had been a steadfast supporter of our relationship, and with Josephine's eighteenth birthday just two weeks away, my nerves were on edge. I couldn't help but wonder how she would react when she discovered the truth. I had absolute faith that she would embrace our bond, yet my anxiety lingered, for I knew that our rel

~Justin~ We stepped out of Sophia's room momentarily, allowing Zaya to share her findings with us in the hallway so as not to disturb Sophia's peaceful sleep. I walked out with a sense of reluctance, anxious to hear Zaya's assessment. I needed to know the extent of the situation before calling Liam and my father to provide them with an update. "How is she?" I inquired impatiently, cutting straight to the chase. I needed a clear understanding of Sophia's condition. Zaya began her report, "She was severely starved, but her wolf is stable, and she should recover. I noticed numerous scars on her skin, which suggests she might have been flailed while in silver chains. The wounds didn't heal properly with the assistance of her wolf, which must have been an excruciatingly painful experience. I feared she might have suffered other forms of abuse, but I found no evidence of physical trauma. It appears that whoever mistreated her refrained from physical violence in that regard. However, we ca

~Justin~The night watch duty proved challenging, especially given my lack of sleep and overall exhaustion. Two hours of rest was far from sufficient, and my body was vehemently protesting against it. It was three in the morning, and I had unintentionally dozed off several times, roused only by the subtle sound of the nurse entering the room to attend to Sophia. I had made it a point not to allow the nurse to linger in the room with me, ensuring that I would hear whenever she came in to check on Sophia. Sophia lay in her bed, fast asleep, her appearance strikingly fragile. My gaze shifted to the nearly depleted yellow drip she was receiving. The urgency to find the nurse welled up within me, but fortunately, she appeared at that very moment. It seemed she had accurately timed her visits to the patient's needs, arriving precisely when necessary. "Are there more?" I inquired of the woman, observing her as she sifted through a bag that resembled a black plastic cooler, although it lack

~Justin~ I sat in silence, my patience unwavering as I waited for Sophia to unravel her story. Anxious about what I might hear, yet clinging to the hope that her words would provide a much-needed breakthrough, as we were currently at a dead end. "My father returned home that night covered in blood and tears," she began, her voice filled with a mix of anguish and determination. "He was weeping, and my mother became frantic. At the time, I was in the living room, watching television, but when my mother asked me to go upstairs, I remained frozen." She continued, recounting a moment that had left an indelible mark on her life. "I had never seen my father covered in blood before. I had never seen him cry, but he was crying." Sophia's voice quivered with emotion as she described the scene. "My mother moved closer to him, but he shook his head, begging her to stay away." She then began to narrate her father's frantic words, her eyes glistening with tears. "He said, 'I had no choice,

~Liam~I found myself staring at the computer screen in utter shock, grappling with the implications of the email. I knew Racheal Armstrong was a friend of Justin's, but had she confided in him about her past and what she had endured? I turned to Josephine, who appeared somewhat tense."What's running through your mind, Jo?" I inquired, and she shrugged."This is happening way too fast, but there doesn't seem to be any immediate gain for Miley or Racheal in doing this," she responded, echoing my thoughts."It does seem rather premature, and perhaps they are displeased that Jacob didn't make Adrian face the consequences of his actions," I mused as I pushed back from the table. Josephine got up from my lap. My urgency to check on Harper and discuss the matter of Adrian was mounting. We couldn't afford this kind of attention right now. If Adrian's character was truly questionable, Harper needed to find other ways to express her rebellion against our father. Adrian was a dangerous man."Wh