Alpha's Abandoned Daughter is the Secret Heiress novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333: The Price of Freedom

Chapter 333: The Price of Freedom

(Jade’s POV)

Tanya was frantic. She grabbed the nearest Enforcer by the arm, her nails digging into his uniform.

“Where is the driver? Where is the investigation being held?” she demanded.

The Enforcer pulled away, looking uncomfortable.

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“The case has been transferred to the civilian police station, Ma’am. Due to the nature of the… public

incident.”

Tanya didn’t wait. She rushed back to her car.

I followed her. My hands gripped the steering wheel tight as I trailed her luxury sedan to the nearest

precinct.

We stormed into the station.

“I am the Luna of the Gale Pack,” Tanya announced to the desk sergeant. Her voice was high, bordering on hysteria. “My son was murdered. I want to see the killer.”

The sergeant looked up, unimpressed by her tone but respecting the title.

“The suspect, Glenda, is currently under interrogation.”

As if on cue, a heavy metal door buzzed open.

Two officers stepped out, dragging a woman between them.

She was handcuffed. Her hair was a mess, hanging over her face.

It was Glenda.

Tanya let out a shriek. She lunged forward before anyone could stop her.

“You!” Tanya screamed, grabbing Glenda’s collar. “You are that crazy woman?”

Glenda didn’t flinch. Her head lolled slightly.

“Speak!” Tanya shook her violently. “Who told you to do this? Was it Amelia Stone? Did that bitch pay you?”

Glenda slowly raised her head.

Her eyes were dull. There was no light in them. No fear. No anger.

She looked like a corpse that hadn’t finished dying. She stared right through Tanya, completely

unresponsive.

The police chief stepped in, pulling Tanya back with a firm grip.

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“Ma’am, control yourself,” he warned, his voice hard. “Do not obstruct an official investigation.”

“She killed my son!” Tanya pointed a trembling finger at the silent woman. “I want the truth!”

The chief sighed. He nodded to a younger officer holding a clipboard.

The officer looked down at his notes. He clenched his jaw, as if reading something distasteful.

“We have a confession,” the officer said stiffly.

Tanya froze. “What?”

“Glenda stated she crushed the victim’s head for revenge,” the officer read aloud.

“Revenge?” Tanya gasped.

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“Two years ago, Hugh York was driving under the influence,” the officer continued, his voice steady but cold. “He struck a sedan. A family of three was inside. They all died.”

I watched Tanya’s face. She knew. Of course she knew.

“That family,” the officer looked up, his eyes hard, “was Glenda’s best friend, her husband, and their child. The York family used their influence to bury the evidence and rule it an accident.”

The room was silent for a second. I could see the officer fighting the urge to say Hugh deserved it.

Tanya’s face twisted.

“Lies!” she spat. “She is lying! My son was a good boy!”

She stomped her foot, the sound echoing in the station.

“You expect me to believe a woman would destroy her own life just for some friends? That is impossible!”

Tanya opened her mouth to scream more abuse, but her phone rang.

The sharp ringtone cut through the tension.

She snatched it from her purse. “Arthur!”

She put the phone to her ear, tears streaming down her face again.

“Arthur, you have to come. We must find the mastermind. Someone hired this woman. We cannot let them get away with killing our son!”

She waited for his roar of anger.

It didn’t come.

I watched her expression change. Confusion replaced the rage. Then, fear.

“What?” she whispered. “But… but Hugh…”

She listened for another moment. Her shoulders slumped.

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“Yes,” she said, her voice hollow. “I understand.”

She hung up. The fire in her was gone, extinguished by whatever Alpha Arthur had said.

She looked at the chief.

“I will not be pursuing further details today,” she said quietly. “My husband… wishes to leave the investigation to the authorities.”

She turned and walked toward the exit. She looked small, defeated.

I followed her out into the cool night air.

At her car door, she stopped. She turned to look at me.

The grief in her eyes vanished instantly. Pure, unadulterated venom took its place.

“Do not think you have won,” she hissed.

She took a step toward me.

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“You think because he is dead, you will have a good life? I will make your life a living hell, Jade. Arthur will never forgive you for being alive while his son is dead.”

I looked at her, really looked at her, and realized I wasn’t afraid anymore.

I let out a cold laugh.

“Think about it, Tanya,” I said softly. “Father has lost his precious son. I am the only heir left to the Gale

Pack bloodline.”

Tanya stiffened.

“Do you really think,” I stepped closer, “that he will kill his only remaining successor for a dead bastard?”

Tanya’s face turned white.

“You…” she choked.

“Even if he spares you,” she snarled, her voice trembling with hate, “I will not.”

She got into her car and slammed the door.

I watched her drive away.

I walked to my own car and sat in the driver’s seat. My heart was pounding.

I pulled out the small electronic device Amelia had given me. It was a signal blocker and tracker.

I took a deep breath to steady my hands.

I dialed Amelia’s number.

(Amelia ‘s POV)

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I was in my office at the clinic.

The air smelled of antiseptic and the faint herbal scent of the medicine I had just used.

Theodore was sitting in his wheelchair across from me. I had just finished his acupuncture session.

My phone buzzed on the desk.

I picked it up. It was Jade.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Amelia,” Jade’s voice came through, breathless. “Hugh is dead.”

I didn’t react. I kept my face perfectly smooth.

“Glenda killed him,” Jade continued. “She ran him over. She crushed his head.”

“Oh my god,” I said, my voice pitching up in feigned shock. “That is terrible.”

I glanced at Theodore. He was watching me with an amused expression.

“Jade,” I said firmly, speaking for the potential listeners. “You need to be careful. Glenda is Griffin Drake’s subordinate. If she went crazy, it is an internal matter of the Drake family.”

I paused for effect.

“This has nothing to do with me,” I said clearly. “And it has nothing to do with you. Let the police handle

Griffin’s mess.”

I heard Jade let out a long breath on the other end.

“I understand,” she said. “I just wanted to tell you. I have to go handle the family chaos.”

“Stay safe,” I said.

She hung up.

I placed the phone back on the desk.

The room was quiet.

“So,” Theodore’s deep voice broke the silence.

I turned to look at him.

He was leaning back in his wheelchair, his golden eyes sharp and knowing.

“Is it true?” he asked.

I slowly began gathering my silver needles. I wiped each one carefully before placing it back into the velvet–lined box.

“Is what true?” I asked innocently.

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