Chapter 285

285 The Day Of The Trial (9)

“She wanted to have the box opened because she wanted to return the gift to the Silverback family.

At that time I was just too happy to have the Silverback family lose yet another friend. And to keep the Fangblade family descendants safe from bad friends.”

Lady Fangblade took a deep breath before she continued.

“I agreed to unlock the Trust Box using the medallion from the Silverback family that I still carried around back then.

When the Trust Box was broken, I saw the content. Rolled inside meticulously was a belt. The same belt that I saw through pictures more than ten years later.”

“My aunt took the belt away, and I never once asked her what happened to the belt.

Did she really return it to the Silverback family?

Did she have a change of heart?”

Lady Adele Fangblade’s lips trembled when she continued her story.

.....

“I am not planning to excuse what I did, but I truly did not know the sinister events that might unfold due to my careless and thoughtless action.

Once I remembered, I contacted my aunt and asked about the belt. I wanted to know who she gave the belt to, because that person might have framed my son.”

“She came to visit me the very next day with a very similar belt. I too thought that it was the same until I got to run my fingers over the sigil. How can I not recognize a genuine Silverback family sigil? I had to learn how to draw and carve it when I first entered the family! The depth of the lines, the intricate pattern of the wolf and the moon... They were all wrong!

It was a fake.

It was not the same belt.

This was what I told her as well. I thought that someone switched the belts. Someone must have stolen from her, I said.

We argued, and then she... she...”

Lady Adele Fangblade’s entire body shook in distress when she recalled what happened that day.

It was a family meeting, so Lady Fangblade sent Edith away on some errands.

Never in a million nightmares would Lady Fangblade ever believe that her aunt was the one behind the evil machinations.

The elderly woman looked frail, but she was stronger than her younger counterpart. She easily overpowered her niece and knocked her out. After strapping Lady Fangblade to the bed, Lucrethia took out a syringe and tampered with the IV drip that connected to the former’s hand.

Then, the elderly sat by her niece’s bedside. She watched in leisure as the huge volume of air slowly disappeared into Lady Fangblade’s body and traveled into her blood circulation system.

When her prey was slowly getting a heart attack, Lucrethia Woodland slipped out of the ward, leaving no trace behind.

No one saw her coming and no one saw her leaving.

It was a perfect crime.

“And then, what happened?” Gregor could not help but ask.

Dane put a hand on Lady Fangblade’s shoulder. The latter looked up and gave him a warm smile.

“A bunch of nurses rushed to my ward although I did not call for them. They resuscitated me, and I was saved. Once I was awake, I was terrified. I knew that I was in danger. The kind aunt that I used to know had shed her mask and she was not going to let me live with the knowledge.

A while later, Dane came by in a rush.

He found out what happened, and he came up with a plan.

I was smuggled out of the hospital and taken to the Werewolf Council Headquarters.

He bought an unclaimed human corpse from a random hospital and went with it to the mortuary.

To prevent Ronan from finding out, he did everything swiftly.

While the body was being burned, he returned to the Werewolf Council Headquarters to be with me.

I have been staying with him for the past months.”

Ronan was dumbfounded.

Lady Fangblade patted Ronan’s cheek affectionately.

“I am sorry to keep it a secret from you, my son. Were you very sad?”

Best

“Mom, I...”

Ronan squeezed his mother’s hand, but then he rose to his feet and gave his father a hug. Judging from the elder man’s stunned expression, it would not be too surprising if he suffered from a heart attack then and there.

“Thank you, Dad,” Ronan said. “I am sorry for everything.”

It had been a while since Ronan properly talked to his father, let alone hug him. After years of dissonance, a pat on the back or shoulder was already more than what Dane could hope for.

“You... Save it for later,” Dane said with a hoarse voice. He patted Ronan on the back and the latter quickly released him.

“A touching family reunion indeed,” Lucrethia’s mocking voice rang out from behind Ronan. The Alpha turned around and faced the elderly. She leaned back in her seat, with both hands resting on her lap.

“Does the council need more evidence or witness?” Dane asked. “I have the CCTV recording of the visit as well as a bunch of nurses and doctors from St. Clarence that I can drag down here to testify.”

“No need,” Gregor decided.

He turned to Lucrethia and gave her a severe, penetrating look.

“Madam Woodland, I beg you to stop wasting our time any longer. It will only prolong the process for a few more hours. The blood on your hands is evident.”

Lucrethia chuckled.

“Why, for once, I agree with the men of the Werewolf Council. It is indeed time to get this over with.”

Once Lucrethia finished what she had to say, she pressed on a secret device that she hid inside her right sleeve.

By the time the gathered people realized what she did, it was already too late.

A loud rumbling sound was heard and the entire building began to shake.

And then, chaos ensued...

Miles away in the seat of the Night Prowler Pack, Lucien Clearwater dropped a pot of flower, sending clay shards flying in all directions.