The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 

Third Person’s POV 

Cassian didn’t deny it. He gave a slight, measured nod. “We’re all adults here; we should know how to weigh the pros and cons. My mother has always adored Trista–she treats her like her own daughter. Between her affection and yours, I truly believe Trista is better off by my side than locked behind iron bars in a prison cell.” 

He dialed back the intensity of his aura just a fraction, but his next words hit harder. “Ironthorn moves fast. If you want to save Trista, I need an answer. Soon.” 

With that, Cassian didn’t linger. He turned and walked out of the ward. 

The second the door clicked shut, the air seemed to vanish from the room. 

Once he was gone, Attwater was vibrating with a mix of panic and rage, his chest heaving. “Mom, Dad, there has to be another way to get Trista out of there!” 

Randolph let out a long, heavy sigh, the exhaustion etched deep into his face. “We’ve tried everything we could think of. Why do you think your mother and I went to him in the first place?” 

A long, suffocating silence followed, broken only by the steady, clinical beeping of the monitors. 

“I just called Klein,” Randolph said, his voice turning raspy. “He’s dropped Trista’s case. I don’t think there’s a single person in LA brave enough to go toe–to–toe with the Ironthorn pack right now.” 

He looked at Ulva, then back at the grim reality staring them in the face! “If Trista actually goes to prison, her life is over.” 

Ulva bit her lip so hard it bled, fighting back a sob. “But Cassian has that woman… he has a child. Sending Trista back to that… it’s just another kind of torture.” 

Attwater slammed a fist into his palm. “Mom, Dad, the human police have to see she’s innocent! We don’t have to bow down to him!” 

At the word “innocent,” Randolph and Ulva traded a look of pure bitterness. 

They had lived through the glory days of the Silverlight pack, and they had seen how fast “allies” turned their backs the second the money ran out. 

They knew the truth. “Justice” was usually just a polite word for whoever held the most leverage. 

Randolph suppressed his emotions, his voice trembling. “Blame me. Blame me for being a useless father. But if the choice is between Trista losing her freedom, rotting in a cell, and ruining her entire life… I’d rather she go back to Ironthorn.” 

He choked up, his eyes reddening. “At least there, she has the career she built. She has her friends. She has us close enough to see her.” 

Ulva finally broke. She buried her face in the covers and sobbed, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. 

1 AM, in Ironthorn’s villa in Blue Bay, the lights were still on. 

Cassian stared at the name “Randolph” flashing on his screen. He hesitated for a heartbeat before hitting answer. 

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