The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power (by Emily Reed) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133 A Petty Little Performance

Chapter 133 A Petty Little Performance

Cindy’s POV:

The silver wolf in my mind snapped her eyes open, white fangs flashing.

“Come on,” she growled. “Let’s see what kind of show they’re putting on this time.”

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Outside the estate gates, Priscilla sat on the ground, performing even more dramatically than before.

“Everyone, please judge for yourselves!” she cried. “I treated her like my daughter!”

She beat her chest and pointed at the tall front gates. Tears squeezed out of her cloudy eyes, dramatic and false. “When she married into my pack, it was we who were lucky! We cherished her like royalty and spoiled her, afraid she’d suffer even a little. When I fell sick and was stuck in bed, who took care of me? Wasn’t it my poor grandson, James?”

Her voice rose higher. “Now that she’s rich and powerful, now that she’s a duchess, she won’t recognize us poor relatives anymore! Just because of a small old conflict, she wants to cut off our entire family. She even stopped doctors from treating us! Is that something a decent werewolf would do? She’s an ingrate who forgot her roots!”

Among the onlookers, people who didn’t know the truth began whispering to each other.

“Yeah, that does sound heartless.”

“They’re family. The old woman is about to die. Why go this far?”

“I heard high-ranking werewolves get colder the stronger they are. Looks like that rumor’s true…”

The direction of public opinion began to shift. The weak were always more likely to gain sympathy, especially when that weakness appeared as a crying, wailing old woman.

“Cindy, that old woman smells awful,” Diana snorted in my mind, full of disgust. “It’s the stench of rotting lies. Let me out. One bite to her throat, and the world will finally be quiet.”

“Violence can shut their mouths,” I replied calmly, soothing my agitated wolf spirit, “but it won’t stop the rumors.” I paused. “Tom. You’re up.”

“Yes, Ms. Cindy.”

Tom, who had been standing behind me the whole time, straightened his tailored suit and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. He was only a Beta, without strong combat power, but his calm and logical presence was like an invisible blade.

The gates opened.

Tom walked out slowly, holding a thick stack of documents. He didn’t rush. He didn’t hesitate.

Facing the pointing fingers and accusing stares, he showed no anger and offered no excuses. He simply turned on the speaker in his hand.

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Chapter 133 A Petty Little Performance

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“Mrs. Priscilla,” Tom said, his voice clear and cool, “you just claimed you treated Ms. Cindy like your daughter. Then may I ask, how do you explain this?”

He unfolded the scroll. It was a long financial report, stamped with the official seal of the court.

“This,” Tom continued evenly, “is the property division record from when Ms. Cindy and Mr. James dissolved their bond.”

“When Ms. Cindy left the Duskfang Pack, she took only what was hers from her wedding gifts. She did not take a single coin belonging to the Duskfang Pack.” He turned another page. “On the contrary, over the years, the Duskfang Pack used a total of 35,000 gold coins from Ms. Cindy’s personal account. This money was used to renovate the estate, purchase high-grade weapons, and pay Mrs. Priscilla a monthly nutrition allowance of 500 gold coins.”

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