Ex-Mate Wants Me Back (Seraphina and Mortimer) novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264

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“It was nothing,” Seraphina replied. “I’m a doctor. I would have done the same for anyone. You don’t need

to thank me.”

Mortimer fell silent for a moment before speaking up again, “The guy Velda mentioned… Is he from your

school?”

Seraphina knew exactly who he was referring to. She avoided a direct answer. “When Edwin wakes up, you should ask him yourself. It’s your family matter. It’s not my place to speak on it.”

After all, she didn’t know what Abigail’s deal was. As someone whose mate bond with Mortimer was about to be dissolved, she had no right to meddle in his family secrets.

Besides, she could tell Edwin was deeply reluctant to bring up Abigail.

Otherwise, how could Velda have made it to twenty-two without ever hearing her name?

As if reading her mind, Mortimer confessed, “Abigail was my aunt.”

He paused. “She shared the same mother as my father and my second aunt.”

Seraphina blinked, taking in the information, but chose to stay silent.

Remembering Caldwell’s cold words to Edwin, she sensed a dark history lay beneath the surface.

She didn’t plan on digging deeper, but Mortimer continued anyway, “I don’t remember much of her. I was barely two years old when she left the Blade pack. I only heard whispers about her from older pack members, but Grandpa banned any mention of her name. After that, nobody ever heard of her.”

That explained why Velda knew nothing about who Abigail was.

As Seraphina recalled Caldwell’s dark expression when he stormed off, a faint trace of worry tightened in her chest. She turned to Mortimer. “I’m back at school now. You should go back to your duties.”

It was a polite but firm dismissal. Mortimer knew better than to push.

Years ago, Elias had personally handled the search for Abigail.

Every scout sent out returned with the same report: she had thrown herself into the sea to follow her lover in death.

At first, Elias hadn’t believed it. He had ordered a month-long search of the waters where she supposedly jumped, but they found nothing.

Shortly after receiving the news of Abigail’s death, her mom passed away from grief.

It was the raw, ultimate agony Edwin buried deep inside.

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From that day forward, a gag order was placed on the entire pack-no one was allowed to speak of Abigail.

Yet now, a young man who looked strikingly like Abigail had appeared, claiming to be her son. Mortimer couldn’t help but be suspicious.

Back at the hospital, Mortimer looked at his father. “There are only two possibilities here,” he said, his voice dropping. “Either this guy is an impostor trying to use Abigail’s name to infiltrate our family, or her disappearance years ago was carefully orchestrated. Either way, we need to dig into his background.”

He paused, a sudden thought striking him. He looked up at Elias. “Did Grandpa meet him at Shadowfang Academy? What’s his name?”

Elias blinked. “Your grandpa didn’t mention it.”

“Seraphina must know,” Velda piped up. “She said he was her senior.”

At those words, Mortimer’s face darkened instantly. He whipped his head toward his sister. “Seraphina’s senior?”

“Yeah.” Velda nodded. “Mortimer, do you know him?”

The air around Mortimer turned ice-cold. He recalled the man who had repeatedly provoked him at the campus dining hall. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he muttered the name. “Caldwell.”

“It’s him?” A wave of bitter jealousy, mixed with a sudden spike of anxiety, surged in his chest as he remembered how protectively Seraphina had stood up for Caldwell.

“You know him?” Elias asked, sensing the sudden shift in his son’s aura.

Mortimer nodded slowly. After a brief hesitation, he explained how Caldwell had rescued Seraphina in Alaska and spent two weeks nursing her back to health.

Elias frowned deeply. “That’s a very convenient coincidence.”

Mortimer didn’t reply. His gaze grew colder by the second.

“Caldwell, you’d better actually mean well by Seraphina. Because if you don’t…” he swore inside.

Winter break had officially begun.

Aside from the students staying in Los Angeles for internships, the campus had emptied out.

As Caldwell finished his morning run and walked back toward his apartment complex, a black Bentley slid to a halt right in front of him.

He stopped, watching the tinted window roll down. When he saw the face inside, his brow arched in

amusement.

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