Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception novel Chapter 142

Left with no other choice, Sarah finally agreed.

Alex, now beaming with excitement, followed her home eagerly. The moment they stepped inside, he took in his surroundings with curious eyes. Compared to the grand villa he was used to, the apartment was undoubtedly much smaller, but it was cozy. The faint scent of fresh laundry mixed with the fragrance of her perfume, making the space feel undeniably like *her*.

He nestled against her that night, hugging her tightly as he drifted off to sleep. It was the most peaceful rest he had had in a long time.

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The next day, after work, Sarah received news that Grandmother’s surgery had been successful. A quiet sense of relief settled in her heart. She decided to buy a bouquet of flowers before heading to the hospital.

As she arrived, she spotted a familiar figure standing near the entrance.

*Linda.*

Their eyes met briefly, cold and unreadable, before they walked past each other without a word. They didn’t need to speak—both understood the silent hostility between them.

On the VIP floor, Sarah pushed the door open, stepping into the hospital room. But as soon as she did, her gaze landed on three men inside.

Arnold.

Cole.

Charles.

Her eyes flickered with realization. If Linda had been downstairs, that meant they had likely arrived together.

Her lips pressed into a thin line. *Did she come up to visit Grandmother?* She doubted it. Grandmother had never liked Linda, and if she had come in, it would have only made things worse.

As she took a step inside, Charles scoffed, his lips curling with a sneer.

Cole, in contrast, was more composed. Rising from his chair, he greeted her politely. “Sarah.”

She nodded in return, but her mind was elsewhere.

As Sarah stepped into the hospital room, the bouquet of fresh flowers in her arms added a burst of color to the otherwise sterile environment. She barely had a chance to speak before Arnold silently walked over, his movements fluid and confident, and took the flowers from her grasp. His fingers brushed against hers for the briefest moment, but Sarah barely reacted.

She withdrew her hand and turned her attention toward her grandmother, who lay propped up against the pillows with a tired but content expression.

“Grandma,” Sarah greeted, her voice gentle. “How are you feeling today?”