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| stood before Ethan, my body trembling with grief and rage. The truth about Lily's

death had been buried for too long, and I couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Ethan Stone, Lily suffered so much..." My voice cracked as memories of my daughter's pain flooded through me.

"| finally found a compatible donor, just one step away, she could have

been healthy..."

My emerald eyes burned with intensity as my wolf howled with anguish beneath my skin. The

animal part ofwanted to tear into Victoria, to make her pay for what she'd

done to my

precious daughter.

"But Victoria Frost, that vicious woman, deliberately redirected Lily's kidney donor,

cut off her

chance of survival, and let her die tragically on the operating table." | stepped closer to Ethan,

searching his face for any sign of understanding. "Shouldn't | make her pay for Lily's life?"

Ethan remained silent, his amber eyes clouded with shock and what looked like a dreadful

premonition. His silence only fueled my despair.

"Do you know how much Lily suffered in her final days?" | asked, my voice barely above a

whisper. "She kept asking for you. 'When is Daddy coming?’ Every single day." Ethan flinched as if I'd struck him.

Good. Let him feel a fraction of the pain I'd been carrying.

"She believed in you until her last breath," | continued, tears streaming down my face. "Even

when the doctors told us the donor was no longer available, she said, 'It's okay, Mommy. Daddy will find another

one for me."

| watched as guilt washed over Ethan's features. He hadn't been there. He'd been with Victoria

and Emma while our daughter died alone.

"Ethan Stone, you can distrust me, you can distrust your grandmother." | pleaded with him,

appealing to whatever paternal instincts he might still possess. "But, can you please not

blindly protect Victoria Frost? The one who died is Lily, your biological daughter."

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, | thought I'd finally broken through his stubborn denial.

But then his expression hardened again, shuttering away whatever momentary doubt he'd felt.

"You have no proof," he said flatly. "Just accusations and coincidences."

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| stared at him in disbelief. Even now, after everything, he was choosing Victoria over the truth.

"Your grandmother had proof," | reminded him. "Why do you think Victoria killed her? She knew

Matriarch Evelyn had discovered what she'd done."

Ethan's eyes flashed with anger. "My grandmother died of heart failure, not murder. And | won't

have you spreading these accusations without evidence."

| laughed bitterly, the sound hollow and broken. "Evidence? What more do you need? The

timing of Emma's miraculous recovery? Roland Warner's confession? Your grandmother's

death immediately after confronting Victoria?"

Ethan remained unmoved, his expression cold and distant. "Coincidences, all of them. | need

facts, not your emotional outbursts."

My shoulders slumped as the last of my hope drained away. There was nothing I could say to

make him see the truth. Victoria had him completely under her spell.

| collapsed back into my chair, tears silently streaming down my face. My wolf whimpered

with grief, curling into itself as the last of my hope faded away.

"Fine," | whispered, too exhausted to fight anymore. "Believe what you want. But remember this

moment, Ethan Stone. Remember when you chose to protect your daughter's killer over

seeking justice for her death."

Ethan's expression flickered with unease as he watchedsurrender to despair. He pulled out

his phone, his fingers moving quickly across the screen.

| didn't care what he was doing. Nothing mattered anymore. Lily was gone. Matriarch Evelyn

was gone. And the man I'd once loved was standing before me, a stranger who refused to see

the truth.

Ethan approachedcautiously, draping his Black Alpha Overcoat over my shoulders. The

gesture was so unexpected that | didn't immediately push it away.

"You're shivering," he said quietly, his voice softer than before.

| didn't respond. The coat smelled like him-pine and winter air-a scent that had

once broughtcomfort but now only remindedof betrayal.

Dr. Harold Bennett arrived moments later, his medical bag in hand. He knelt before me,

examining the cuts on my leg with professional detachment.

“These need cleaning,” he said, opening his bag. “Sof the crystal fragments are still

embedded in the wounds."

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| nodded numbly, beyond caring about physical pain. Dr. Bennett worked

methodically, removing the shards and cleaning the wounds. Each piece he extracted sent sharp pain through

my leg, but | remained stoic, my face a mask of indifference.

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Ethan watched from a few feet away, his expression unreadable. | could feel his eyes on me, but | refused to

meet his gaze.

"All done," Dr. Bennett announced, applying the final bandage. "Try to keep weight off this leg

for a few days, Miss Winters."

| thanked him quietly, my voice hollow. As he packed up his supplies, | stared at the floor, lost

in thoughts of Lily and what might have been if Victoria hadn't stolen her chance

at life.

The days that followed passed in a blur of grief and numbness. Before | knew it, it was time

for Matriarch Evelyn's funeral.