The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 

Third Person’s POV 

Cassian’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping into a deep chill. “Don’t ask questions you’re not prepared to hear the answer to.” 

Wynn lunged toward the door, blocking his exit with everything she had. “You’ve got that woman and her kid stashed away outside, but you won’t let Trista terminate the bond. You’re trying to play both sides, Cassian. People who do that eventually get their throats ripped out by their own karma!” 

“Shut your mouth.” 

Cassian barked the command, his Alpha aura slamming down like a physical weight. “Wynn, say one more word and I’ll have you on a plane out of the country so fast your head will spin. Maybe then you’ll learn some damn manners.” 

The threat of being “sent away” snapped Wynn back to reality instantly. 

She knew Howard and Wilmot’s stance on her; if Cassian gave the nod, they’d ship her off in a heartbeat, and even her mother wouldn’t be able to stop them. 

Bitterly, she pulled her hand back from the door, shot him a venomous glare, and stepped aside. 

1 PM, Sanctum Healing Center. The door to the ward pushed open, and Cassian stepped inside. 

Ulva was lying in the hospital bed, her face pale, the rhythmic beeping of the monitors the only sound in the quiet room. 

Randolph and Attwater were stationed on either side of her like sentinels. 

The moment Attwater saw Cassian, he bolted upright. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, his shoulders tensing with sharp, aggressive intent–only to be held back by Randolph’s low growl, “Sit down!” 

Cassian confirmed Attwater’s injuries were minor and bypassed him, approaching the bed. 

He leaned in slightly, his tone polite and composed. “Ulva, how are you feeling?” 

You had to admit, as the Ironthorn heir, his “public face” was flawless. It was impenetrable. 

Ulva gave him a single, cold look before turning her head away, refusing to acknowledge him. 

Cassian slowly straightened up and looked at Randolph. “My assistant mentioned you wanted to talk.” 

He was playing dumb, and he was doing it with a straight face. 

The Silverlight family was radiating pure fury, but for the sake of their daughter, they had to keep a lid on it. 

Attwater shoved his father’s hand away and lunged at Cassian, his eyes burning red, his teenage aura bristling with rage. “Stop fucking threatening us! I don’t give a shit about school!” 

Cassian reached out and placed a hand on Attwater’s shoulder. The move wasn’t heavy, but it carried the natural weight of Alpha suppression. 

Attwater immediately slapped his hand away, his fingers shaking as he fought the urge to throw a punch. 

Cassian showed no anger. His tone remained flat. “Attwater, you’re young. When you’re older, you’ll realize how much an education matters for a male wolf who doesn’t have a powerful pack behind him.” 

Randolph yanked his son back behind him, his face a sickly shade of gray. “Even if we’re broke, we won’t watch our daughter go to prison. We’ll find another way.” 

Cassian went silent for a few seconds. 

Then, he delivered his “final offer” with clinical precision. “As long as Trista agrees to move back into the Ironthorn house, I’ll not only keep her out of jail, I’ll provide unconditional support for her career. I’ll give her the most prestigious status and resources within the pack, and a lifestyle where she never has to worry about money again. Isn’t that exactly what you want for your daughter as parents?” 

Ulva’s tears finally spilled over again. 

Her voice was thick with a tremble she couldn’t stop, “But the things Trista wants… they were never any those things.”