The Alpha King is unavailable novel Chapter 168

Ethan’s amber eyes were wide with shock and denial. “No,” he whispered. “No, that can’t be

right. The servants said-”

“The servants said what you wanted to hear,” I cut in. “That I was making it up. That I was

using Lily to get your attention.”

I laughed bitterly. “As if I would ever use our daughter that way.”

(Ethan’s POV)

Her words triggered a flood of memories I had dismissed as unimportant. Conversations I had

ignored, pleas I had rejected.

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I remembered the servants‘ accusations – that Olivia was deliberately making Lily sick to get my attention. Accusations I had readily believed, blinded by my prejudice and my concern for

Emma.

I remembered Lily’s timid phone call, her small voice filled with pain: “Daddy, can you come be

with Lily? Lily is sick, and the treatment hurts…”

I had dismissed her plea, believing it to be another manipulative tactic from my mate. “Don’t be like your mother, full of lies,” I had told her coldly before hanging up.

The memory of my cruelty made me physically ill. I bent forward, retching, though nothing

came up but bitter bile.

“I didn’t know,” I gasped, knowing even as I said it how pathetic it sounded. “I thought-”

“You thought what?” Olivia demanded. “That a five–year–old child would lie about being in pain? That she would pretend to cough up blood just to get your attention?”

I had no answer. There was no justification for what I had done – or rather, what I had failed to

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“Lily… she really had kidney failure?” I stammered, the enormity of my mistake crushing me.

Olivia’s cold stare confirmed my worst fear. “Yes,” she said simply. “Terminal kidney failure.

The doctors gave her six months without a transplant.”

“But why didn’t you-”

“Tell you?” Olivia finished for me. “I did. Countless times. I called, I texted, I even came to your

office. But you were always too busy with Victoria and Emma to listen.”

Each word was a knife to my heart, cutting deeper because I knew they were true.

“There was a donor,” Olivia continued, her voice breaking slightly. “A perfect match. The

surgery was scheduled. But at the last minute, the kidney was redirected to another patient.”

“Who?” I asked, though I already suspected the answer.

Olivia’s laugh was hollow, devoid of humor. “You still defend her, even now? After everything?“.

I had no response. My mind was reeling, trying to process the unthinkable – that my daughter was gone, and I had played a part in her death through my neglect and blind trust in Victoria.