Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 104

104–He Simply Does Not Care

Madeline:

“And do you hear that water very often?” I asked the kid, and he timidly nodded.

“Okay, that will be it. Do you like chocolates?” I asked again, and after an hour–long interview, he finally smiled, though there was pain hidden behind his innocent grin.

“Good thing I brought you plenty. And I also got you this video game,” I told him as I handed over the game and a full basket of chocolates and snacks. I knew it wasn’t much.

His parents would rather prefer a cure, but for now, it was the best I could do for the kids.

“Thank you. You’re really nice, lady,” the little boy said, his voice so fragile it shattered my heart.

All I could think about was my own son while watching this child in pain.

I gave his mother a reassuring smile before I said goodbye and walked out of the house.

Earlier, when I arrived, the boy had refused to speak to anyone except me.

That’s why Ron and Sawyer waited outside while I talked to him.

After listening carefully, I realized there was a new danger coming.

Once outside, I noticed Sawyer and Ron standing opposite each other.

Ron had his hands in his pockets, staring absently into the distance, while Sawyer kept one hand in his pocket and with the other he was holding his phone, constantly texting.

When I approached, Ron noticed me first. Sawyer didn’t even glance up, or maybe he just didn’t want to acknowledge me, until Ron began talking.

“So, was it helpful?” Ron asked softly, hoping I had good news. All I could do was shrug.

“The kid seems traumatized for sure. Imagine waking up to water surrounding you. I’m just worried about what’s going on,” I replied, glancing sideways at Sawyer, who finally slipped his phone into his pocket.

“So, are we done here or not? I’m kind of hungry. Where do you guys want to have lunch?” he remarked carelessly.

The way he spoke, with no regard for what I’d just spent the last hour doing, or for what was happening to the children, made me feel ashamed in front of Ron.

I noticed the way Ron looked at him. It wasn’t just because these were the children of the pack members.

In Ron’s eyes, my children were Sawyer’s children too.

Any illness affecting them should have concerned him deeply, yet he seemed indifferent.

“Ron, I’ll talk to you later if you have time,” I said quietly, asking him not to take Sawyer’s behavior to heart and assuring him I wouldn’t dismiss the matter like Sawyer did.

“Yeah, of course. It’s alright. Actually, my grandmother asked me to invite you to lunch today. She said she wanted to meet your husband and show him respect by hosting a feast,” Ron replied, his posture calm but attentive.

Sawyer only shrugged and nodded.

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“Okay,” was all he said before storming off to the car.

“I’m really sorry on his behalf, but we truly appreciate it. Thank you,” I said awkwardly, feeling the weight of Sawyer’s actions on my shoulders.

Ron drove us back home, though I had insisted he didn’t have to take us all the way to the parking lot.

Our mansion was right next to his, so I told him Sawyer and I wanted to take a little stroll.

As soon as Ron disappeared into his own house, I began walking briskly with my fists clenched.

“I thought you wanted to take a walk with me,” Sawyer called from behind.

“Did you have to act like this? Couldn’t you just appreciate that he was being nice enough to invite you to lunch?”

I turned to him hastily, my fists clenched. This was one of the few things I ever allowed myself to argue with him about.

Most of the time, I stayed silent, especially in the human world, because that was his world, his rules.

But now that he was in mine, I finally felt like I could question him.

And I guess he noticed it too, because every time I spoke harshly, I saw his eyes narrow in warning.

“I am grateful. That’s why I accepted the offer,” he said, and I stared at him in disbelief. I shouldn’t have been surprised, he was arrogant and thought far too highly of himself.

“You don’t need to cry about it so much. Don’t worry about him, is what I’m saying,” he added quickly, realizing how dismissive he sounded.

It was his awkward way of correcting himself, as if I were the one being too sensitive.

“At least try to act like you’re concerned about the sickness,” I said, shifting the argument to something that truly mattered.

“Well, I would if it actually existed,” he replied flatly. “I think you werewolves are all being a little too dramatic. Something happens, and you panic. Nightmares, sleepwalking–humans have dealt with those things forever. I don’t see them losing their minds.”

I shook my head, stunned.

“Do those kids die after one year?” I shot back.

He rolled his eyes again, and that single gesture infuriated me.

“There are probably underlying issues you’re overlooking,” he said dismissively. “Reminds me of those old cases, what were they called? Yeah, exorcisms. Crazy ones, right?”

His smug tone, his hands shoved in his pockets, it was too much. I scoffed and turned to walk away.

That’s when I saw Yuvonne coming out of the guest house.

I was surprised. I thought things had ended between her and Baxter.

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