Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 445

Chapter445.

His gaze flickered, but his tone remained steady.

“We’ll talk about that when you feel better.” My heart sank.

His avoidance confirmed my worst suspicions.

My wolf whimpered, feeling the weight of betrayal.

“Andrew… he’s not my mother’s biological son, is he?” I asked.

Grayson didn’t reply.

If he were, Grayson could have said so outright.

But his silence was an admission–an implicit confirmation.

I knew he wouldn’t lie to me.

Suddenly, I chuckled softly, the sound growing louder, filled with unspeakable pain and irony, drifting through the quiet room.

Tears silently streamed down my face.

My wolf howled silently, grief ripping through her.

“Ha…”

Gavin! My father! He deceived Mother, deceived her so cruelly! It was all a lie from the very beginning! Decades of lies! I felt like I’d been living a colossal joke, an absurd farce.

All the love I once cherished, the family I thought was so precious, now felt distorted, unrecognizable.

My wolf felt shattered.

“Isabella.” Grayson held me, gently stroking my trembling shoulders.

“Don’t get worked up, Isabella.” His voice was full of tenderness.

Yet, his eyes were frighteningly cold! In his heart, the Miller Clan was finished! He wouldn’t consider any remnants of kinship to give the Miller Clan a way out anymore.

His wolf felt the cold satisfaction of revenge.

lifeline

I threw myself into Grayson’s arms, holding him tightly, as if clinging to the last lifeline

Only when he held me did I feel that there was still some genuine truth left in this world. I cried until almost dawn, then fell asleep in his arms.

He didn’t dare move, holding me as he lay down slowly, continuing to watch over me.

I didn’t know when, but he must have fallen asleep beside me.

At dawn, he suddenly opened his eyes.

The space beside me was empty.

His heart clenched, and he quickly got up, rushing downstairs.

In the living room, I acted as if nothing had happened, instructing the servants to set the breakfast on the table.

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, illuminating her, making her look vibrant and energetic–as it yesterday’s chaos had never occurred, or as if I had long since moved on.

Grayson felt a pang of heartbreak.

He approached me, his tone indulgent, Didn’t I tell you to rest? Why are you doing all this?”

I turned to see him, a sweet, obedient smile on my face.

I trotted over to him, looked up, and said, ‘Grayson, I listened.

I didn’t do anything, just told the servants what to do.” Then I took his hand, led him to the dining table, and handed him a small bowl of porridge, along with a spoon.

“Try this porridge.

We didn’t sleep much, and we’ve been stressed, this porridge is the best for restoring energy.”

He looked into my eyes, seeing no forced cheerfulness.

Had I gotten over it that fast? He didn’t say anything, picking up the spoon and taking a sip.

15:53

Menu

67.3%

< Chapter445.

It was soft, fragrant, thick, with a faint medicinal aroma–an herbal dish that was surprisingly easy to swallow. He was usually a picky eater, but he couldn’t help himself from taking another spoonful. Seeing him enjoy it, I happily sat beside him.

The maids had already prepared the porridge for me, and I took it, eating small bites.

The only sounds in the dining room were the gentle clinking of bowls and spoons.

After a while, I put down my spoon, looking calmly at Grayson.

“Grayson.”

“Hmm?”

“Help me.

Destroy the Miller Clan.”