Chapter 595
Madeline:
Honestly, I was stunned by their actions. It reeked of entitlement, cluelessness, and arrogance.
The way those people treated me, like I was just some tea vendor, snatching from me and refusing to listen, honestly left me deeply disappointed.
It felt like all this time I had been helping people who did not deserve it.
If this had not been about the children, I might never have helped them at all.
The first time they wronged me, I only endured it for the sake of those children.
No matter how many times I requested them to give me the cure back, they kept pushing me away.
“We got the cure!” the man yelled, informing anyone who had not heard.
That was when Sean finally got out of the car.
“That is enough!” he shouted.
Everyone suddenly fell silent.
“Give us back what you stole from us!” he warned, pointing at the cure.
The man looked at the women standing with him, then at the men on the side.
After that, they all started shaking their heads.
“No, this is the cure for our children,” the man replied arrogantly.
“Give it to me, he will not be able to steal it from me!” one of the women yelled, trying to snatch the cure, probably to hide it in her bra so none of us could reach it.
The moment she snatched it from the man’s hand, and moved it to her bra, she dropped it.
The bottle shattered, making me gasp. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. The crowd had become so restless that a stampede had almost begun, but the moment the bottle shattered, everyone went silent.
Then I saw it. The liquid had spread across the ground.
“No, no, no, no. This cannot be,” I cried, pushing the woman away and dropping to my knees.
I tried to soak the liquid into the hem of my dress, trying to save some of it, but it
dried too quickly, almost like magic.
Right in front of my eyes, the cure was wasted.
I lifted my head and looked at Sean. I saw the same anger on his face.
After looking at me, he turned toward the man responsible for all of this, the one who had taken it from me in the first place.
He could not say anything more, but he grabbed the man by the collar.
“How fucking dare you? Do you have any idea what you have done?” he shouted.
“Because of you, an innocent soul might not survive anymore.”
Sean’s words fell heavy on me, and I realized that what he was saying was the truth.
Tears started to spill from my eyes.
“What? You…you’re from that pack, the bastard alpha pack. The alpha who used to steal from others. Why would we listen to you?” the man taunted, although he was not beave enough to fight Sear physically, so he relied on his words instead.
“Oh, look what you have done!” a woman shouted, slapping the one who had dropped the bottle.
They stared at the shattered bottle, then looked at me.
Sean had arrived.
He had to let go of the man because these people would start making a scene if he hit them.
He came up behind me, holding my
arms and helping me to Aglare So. Content I
while at them. They
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“Well, the cure is gone now, so come with us,” the woman insisted, making my jaw drop.
“No,” I snapped, watching as they narrowed their eyes at me.
“What the fuck do you mean by no?” the woman shot back.
Their fists clenched as they started moving toward me.
However, they suddenly stopped and stepped back.
I turned slightly and saw Sean letting his wolf out. That alone forced them to retreat.
“That’s enough,” he growled.
Just then, his phone started ringing.
I pulled out my phone check the time and to inform the hospital to buy more time.
I knew it would take hours, but if we hurried, we could make it to the valley and get the cure again.
I waited for Sean to finish the call
while people around us whispered, complaining about how ridiculous it was that! was not helping ther
“What?” Sean snapped into the phone, and my heart instantly dropped.
He looked at me, and the sadness in his eyes petrified me.
“What happened?” I almost whispered, the world blurring around me.
“But we had the cure. They dropped it. We can go and get it again,” I said quickly.
Sean started to explain, and in that moment, I realized it was about Yuvonne.
Suddenly, I snatched the phone from his hand and pressed it to my ear.
“We will get the cure,” I said, not even realizing who was on the call.
“It is too late. She passed away just two minutes ago,” Lord Jonah whispered from
the other side.
That half-hour struggle had killed my sister.
From the border to the hospital, it was only a five-minute drive.
We would have made it in time if these people had not ruined everything, acting completely entitled.