Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 250

We don’t even have a chance to stop at home first. After getting all the details from Ezra about the Selina situation, Arthur tells

him to take us directly to my parents‘ estate. Miles stays asleep throughout most of the ride, completely unaware. I envy his

blissful ignorance.

The Willford estate looks just as lovely as ever as we pull up the long circular driveway. Despite having been here multiple times

now, I still haven’t fully adjusted to the fact that these people are my biological parents, and this massive house–more like a

small palace, really–is where I should have grown up.

The butler greets us at the door and immediately leads us to my father’s study. My mother, father, and Caleb are already waiting inside. A quick glance confirms that Selina isn’t here, which is a relief. I’m not ready to face her again just yet.

“Iris, Arthur,” my father says, standing to greet us. “Thank you for coming so quickly. I hope we didn’t put a damper on your

vacation.”

“Where’s Selina?” Arthur asks, not bothering with pleasantries.

“At her apartment,” my mother replies. “With security, of course. We thought it best to discuss the situation without her present

first.”

Arthur nods curtly, maintaining his composure, but I can feel the anger radiating off of him. After handing the still–sleeping

Miles off to Ezra, who takes him to the room my parents have prepared, we take our seats in the plush leather chairs arranged in

front of my father’s massive desk.

“So,” my father begins, folding his hands on the desk. “I assume your Beta has filled you in on the public reaction to

everything?”

Arthur and I both nod.

My parents exchange a glance, and it’s my father who finally speaks. “We need to consider all sides of this situation. Yes, Selina’s

actions were reprehensible. But let’s not forget that you, Arthur, put her in a coma.”

“It was an accident,” Arthur growls. “And she tried to kill my mate.”

“We know,” my mother says soothingly. “But the situation isn’t black and white. Selina is still our daughter, just as much as Iris

1. is. We raised her for twenty–six years. We can’t simply throw her to the wolves now.”

“What exactly are you proposing?” I ask.

Caleb clears his throat. “Before we get to that, there’s something you both should know.” He hesitates, glancing at our parents, who nod for him to continue. “Selina has struggled with severe mental health issues since she was a teenager. Bipolar disorder, primarily, although there have been several other diagnoses over the years.”

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“No,” my father agrees. “It doesn’t. But it does give us context. Selina wasn’t entirely herself when she made those choices.”

I fidget in my seat, torn between self–righteous anger and a reluctant understanding. I know very well how mental health issues

“Of course not,” my father says. “There must be consequences. But we’re asking you both to consider an alternative to

“Such as?” I prompt.