Chapter 623

Silver:

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that even if Madeline no longer wants to help the children, you don’t have to bend over backward for her. I’m here to help,” I stated confidently, pressing both my hands against my chest to sound sincere and kind.

But he quickly dismissed that idea with a shake of his head.

“No. It’s not just about helping the children. I want Madeline found, and I want justice for her because that child deserves it.”

His voice turned stern, almost as if he was offended that I had spoken about her that way.

“Anyway, I’ll need your blood so I can compare the DNA with the tears.”

He slipped that statement casually, but goosebumps immediately prickled across my skin.

I had not expected this dumbass to ask for a DNA test.

At that moment, looking at him made me so angry that I wanted to grab him and start hitting him.

But I knew I could not afford to do that.

For now, I had no choice but to rely on his mercy.

“I guess you don’t understand the severity of this,” I fixed my posture.

“The children are in pain, and they need medicine,” I mumbled with a disbelieving look over my face.

“I came to you to offer help, yet you’re brushing it aside and delaying the process when you could already be on your way to help them.”

I tried to sound reasonable and professional, but anger was something I could never control.

Whenever I lost my composure, a strange cockiness slipped into my tone, and I could tell he noticed it too.

“No, Luna Silver, you don’t understand the severity of this. With everything that’s happening, do you expect me to make such a huge statement without any proof to back it up?”

He sounded even angrier than I did.

“Listen, these people abducted Madeline. Hell, they even went as far as kidnapping an Alpha’s Luna’s dead body just to blackmail him. If I tell them there’s another person who can help him, they’ll come after you too. Do you really want that?” he asked, staring at me in disbelief.

And how the hell was I supposed to tell him that them going after Madeline had actually been my plan all along?

“I understand your concern, but how would the DNA test prevent any of this?” I asked, resting my hands on my knees.

My fingers kept curling around the hem of my dress.

I was trying so hard not to look desperate or guilty, but I couldn’t help it.

Every time the thought of the DNA test crossed my mind, fear crept in.

I was terrified it would create problems for me.

“Well, at least they’ll see you as someone valuable, someone who can actually help. We can’t give these people hope only for them tò fall flat on their faces later. There are many innocent people in all of this who had nothing to do with Madeline’s abduction. They’ve been waiting patiently, If this cure doesn’t work, they lose their minds too,he sounded bored of explaining it all to me.

“Please don’t do this, Silver. Let me do my job Rest assured, I’m not dismissing your help, and I’m definitely not downplaying how important you could be if all of this turns out to be true.”

He put a lot of effort into convincing me that he respected me.

But I knew what kind of person he was.

He never treated me better than he treated Madeline.

He used to love her as if she was his daughter.

He would go against everyone just to show his support for her.

Still, I had no other option. So I forced a smile and nodded at him.

“I’ll let you know once the DNA test results come back.”

The moment he said that, agitation spread through me again.

This was no longer something I could brush off by telling myself that I tried and failed.

No.

Now I had to stop the DNA test somehow.

Because if those tears didn’t match my DNA, these people would start questioning how they matched in the first place.

And that would put me in serious trouble.

I slowly rose from my chair, but only one thought kept running through my mind. I

needed that thing back.

But would that really solve my problem?

That old man would go and tell everyone that I had brought it to him.

He would start getting suspicious too, wondering why I had suddenly changed my

mind.

That was when I noticed him coughing.

My eyes fell on his medicine.

He had asthma.

He got up from his seat and walked toward his inhaler while I quickly glanced

around the room.

There were no cameras in the living room.

At that point, I had no other option left.