All Chapters of Fighter Luna's Shifted Fate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(Nanny Edwards' POV)I found Miss Eliza's interest in James Morgan's visit to Olivia Bennett's quarters rather peculiar. A young lady shouldn't concern herself with such private matters."Miss Eliza," I said carefully, "may I ask why you're so interested in the Gamma's... personal activities?"She looked up from her embroidery, her expression unreadable. "Is there a problem, Nanny Edwards?"I shifted uncomfortably. "It's just not appropriate for a young lady to inquire about such matters. Especially concerning your father.""Our conversation is private," she replied coolly. "And I have my reasons.""Very well, Miss Eliza," I said, bowing slightly. "I'll leave you to your work."As I turned to go, she called after me. "Nanny Edwards, please don't misunderstand. Some information is valuable beyond its apparent nature."I left with reluctance, still troubled by her interest in matters so inappropriate for a young lady.Later that evening, I returned to Maple Garden with the infor

(Olivia's POV)"After she recovered, her personality changed drastically, and she seemed to hate James..." My voice faltered as I recounted the painful memories. "She would cry and argue with him every few days, and she even went crazy and injured him several times."I stopped abruptly, acutely aware of Elder Morgan's piercing gaze. Speaking ill of James Morgan and his wife was taboo, especially for someone of my position.Elder Morgan leaned forward in her chair, her weathered face impossible to read. "Continue, Olivia. You need not fear speaking the truth in my presence."I glanced nervously at Miss Eliza, who sat quietly beside her grandmother. Her eyes held none of the contempt I'd expected from James's true daughter."Grace Winters used to live in Moonlight Garden," I explained, my voice barely above a whisper. "Later, both Grace and I were sent to a remote manor in the Western Territory for our... transgressions."The memory of that terrible journey made me shudder. "But Gr

(Eliza's POV)"Thank you for your great kindness, Miss Eliza!" Olivia Bennett knelt before me, pulling Hannah down to kneel alongside her.I quickly motioned for them to rise, uncomfortable with their formal submission. "Please, stand up. There's no need for such formality between family members."Olivia shook her head firmly, staying on her knees. "No, Miss Eliza. We must show proper respect. You saved us from separation when no one else would help."Hannah gazed up at me with wide, innocent eyes. The girl's face still showed traces of tears from yesterday's ordeal."Hannah is my sister," I insisted gently. "I cannot accept such formal submission from her."Olivia finally rose, helping Hannah to her feet though she kept her head bowed respectfully. "Your kindness overwhelms us, Miss Eliza. Most in your position would ignore our plight, especially after..."She trailed off, obviously referring to how the Morgan family had treated me since my return."Hannah needs proper guidanc

(Third person's POV)"I heard they were unnaturally close, even for siblings," whispered one woman to another at the Northern Territory market. "That's why he's so desperate to find her replacement."Her companion leaned in eagerly. "My sister's friend works in the Morgan estate. She says William nearly went mad when he saw the body!"A small crowd gathered around them, hungry for gossip about Northern Territory's most scandalous family."What kind of woman would burn herself alive?" muttered an older man. "Even if her true bloodline was discovered, that's an extreme reaction."A thin woman clutched her shawl tighter. "I always thought there was something odd about that girl. Too perfect, too beloved.""Such a waste," sighed a young woman. "I never got to see Katherine Morgan's beauty for myself."The older man scoffed. "Exquisite or not, self-immolation shows a disturbed mind. The Morgan pack is falling apart.""Lower your voice!" hissed his companion. "The Morgan pack won't t

(Daniel's POV)I stared at the woman my guards had captured, doubt clouding my judgment as I scrutinized her features. The flickering moonlight cast strange shadows across her face, making identification difficult.This couldn't possibly be Eliza Morgan.The girl before me bore little resemblance to the malnourished waif I remembered rescuing from Silverlake. Her face had filled out, her posture more confident, her eyes sharper and more calculating."Hold her steady," I commanded the guard who pressed a silver dagger against her throat.Her scent was masked by cemetery soil and the lingering traces of herbs. The pungent odor of death that permeated this place made identification by smell nearly impossible.I considered the consequences if my guards accidentally killed her during interrogation. The thought gave me momentary pause. After all, she had exceptional culinary skills. The memory of those honeysuckle cakes she'd made still lingered pleasantly in my mind."Alpha Daniel,"