The Secret Heirs of the Lycan King (Bella and scott) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Bella

After we returned home from the witch kingdom, my body was tired, but my mind refused to rest. My whole life played in my mind right from the time mom left us. Father was so heartbroken, how Lucy stood next to him with Maya. At that time, father was not in her control. But over time, things worsened so much.

I lay in bed with Scott beside me, listening to the quiet of the villa, and I kept thinking about my father standing outside our home with that lost look in his eyes. I kept seeing him wiping his tears, and I kept remembering how he had asked about the kids, not in his usual cold voice, but like someone who didn’t know how to ask for anything without feeling ashamed.

Scott stayed awake longer than I did. He held me close, his hand resting on my belly, and I could feel him thinking. When I finally spoke, my voice was low and full of trepidation.

“Do you think I should tell my father anything?” I asked softly. “About Lucy, about the potions, about what happened to him?”

Scott was quiet for a moment, choosing his words carefully. Then he said, “You can’t tell him about the potions, Bella. Not in a way that explains everything, because the witch world won’t allow it. But that doesn’t change something important. Your father didn’t know what was happening to him. He didn’t understand the fog he was living in. He was being controlled, and he was used.”

I swallowed, my chest tightening because I knew what he said was the truth.

Scott continued in a gentle voice, “And the fact that you’ve seen him standing our something. He is wanting to reconcile. He knows he hurt you. He knows he gave he is probably feeling that he wasn’t himself, even if he can’t explain how it happ coming out of that fog in his mind.”

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I didn’t reply. I just stared at the ceiling, letting his words sink in. Because his thoughts mimicked mine even though I didn’t want to accept it.

Scott shifted closer, his arm tightening around me. “I’m not saying you have to forgive him if you don’t want to,” he added quietly. “But if he is truly changing, maybe he should be given a chance to redeem himself. Not for his comfort. But for yours. So you don’t carry this pain forever.”

I took a deep breath and nodded slightly even though he couldn’t see it. My heart felt anxious, like it was trying to protect itself by keeping the wall up. But another part of me was tired of holding that wall.

I didn’t sleep much that night. I kept turning in bed, my mind replaying old memories of my father, good ones and bad ones mixed together. Sometimes I saw him holding my hand when I was small. Other times I saw him turning his face away when I needed him most. I kept wondering what part of him had been real during those years and what part of him had been poisoned and controlled.

By morning, I still didn’t have a clear answer, but I knew I couldn’t keep sitting with this confusion.

At breakfast, I spent time with Ryan and Emma. They were chattering like they always did, asking for more pancakes from Cindy, arguing about whose juice was sweeter, and laughing when Scott tried to pretend he didn’t want to taste their syrup–covered fingers. Watching this normal eased something inside me. They were

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my reminder that my life was not only pain

While they were busy eating. I looked at Scott and said, “Can you take a leave from work today?”

Scott raised his brows. “Of course I can,” he said easily. “But only if you promise me that you’re going to relax.”

1 let out a small laugh. “I do want to relax,” I said. “But I also want to do something.”

Scott studied my face, “What is it?”

I hesitated for a second, then said, “I want to visit my father. But I want to go with you and the kids.”

Scott looked surprised at first. He hadn’t expected me to decide so quickly. Then his expression softened. He reached for my hand across the table and squeezed it.

“If that’s what you want, then I’ll go with you,” he said. “We’ll do it together.”

Even with his support, I felt awkward as we prepared. My stomach kept tightening, and I kept thinking of reasons to delay, but I didn’t. Scott helped get the kids ready, and we drove out toward Isla’s countryside home. The road was quieter than the city, and the air looked cleaner, the trees thicker. But the calmer surroundings didn’t calm my mind. The closer we got, the more nervous I felt, until my palms were damp with excessive thinking. Was I too fast in forgiving my father?

When we finally reached Isla’s house, I sat in the car for a moment and stared at the front gate. My heart pounded so hard it made me feel lightheaded.

“I can’t do this,” I said suddenly, my voice strained. “Scott, maybe we should go back

Scott didn’t rush me. He just reached over and held my hand. “You’re scared,” he But I’m here. I’m right behind you. You don’t have to handle this alone.”

I shook my head, still tense. “I don’t even know what to say to him.”

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Scott squeezed my hand again. “You don’t have to say everything perfectly,” he replied. “Now that you’ve come so far, you should at least meet him. If it feels wrong, we can leave. But don’t let fear make the decision for you.”

His calmness steadied me a little. I took a deep breath and forced myself to open the car door.

The moment the housekeeper allowed us and we stepped inside the house, Isla appeared in the hallway. Her face changed so quickly that it made my chest ache.

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