The Alpha’s Regret Claiming His Luna novel Chapter 122

Chapter 67: A Tangled Web of Compassion and Betrayal 2

I typed a quick response, making an excuse about work. Natalie was useful, but my focus needed to be on

Olivia now.

Walking to my car, I allowed myself to imagine the future–Olivia and I as neighbors, running into each other in the elevator, sharing coffee in the morning. Small moments that would give me the opportunity to rebuild

what we once had,

What I’d foolishly thrown away.

The apartment was a strategic move, but it was more than that. It was a statement of intent. I wasn’t giving up on us, no matter how complicated things had become.

(Olivia’s POV)

“Are you sure this is okay?” Leah Pierce asked nervously from the backseat of my Bentley, her thin fingers fidgeting with the hem of her worn sweater.

I glanced at her in the rearview mirror. She couldn’t have weighed more than ninety pounds, her frame diminished by illness. The pink woolen beanie pulled low over her head couldn’t completely hide the effects of chemotherapy.

“What do you mean?” I asked gently.

“This car…” she gestured around at the luxury interior. “I don’t want to get it dirty”

I noticed her trying to clean her mud–stained canvas shoes against the back of her legs, clearly worried about the pristine leather seats.

“Don’t worry about that,” I assured her. “It’s just a car”

Emma, sitting beside Leah, gave the girl’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I told you Olivia’s not like that. She

doesn’t care about stuff like that.”

Leah didn’t look convinced, but she stopped trying to clean her shoes,

“How are you feeling today?” I asked, changing the subject as we drove toward Harbor City Memorial

Hospital.

“Better than yesterday,” Leah answered quietly. “The new medication helps with the nausea,”

I nodded, remembering my mother’s battle with illness. The good days, the bad days, the days that blurred together in a haze of pain and medication.

“And your brother?” I asked. “How’s he handling everything?”

Leah’s face crumpled slightly. “He blames himself. For getting hurt, for not being able to work. He doesn’t understand that none of this is his fault.”

My heart ached for them both. Two young people carrying burdens no one their age should have to bear.

“Well, that’s why we’re going to help him,” I said firmly. “What happened to him wasn’t just unfortunate–it was illegal. And we’re going to make sure the factory takes responsibility.”

Leah’s eyes, too old for her young face, met mine in the mirror. “Why would you help us? You don’t even know

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The question was asked without self–pity, just genuine curiosity.

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