Chapter 600

Byron:

I was disgusted, shocked, and livid by what I was hearing.

We had to take Madeline away because she wasn’t well.

The way she was crying hysterically, and every few seconds she kept checking her bag for the cure, it proved she wasn’t in the right state.

We needed to get her out of there before it was too late, before she lost her mind completely. I wouldn’t let that happen.

Besides, I was scared of Ron’s reaction. If he said something to her, he would break her.

“I was supposed to save her,” Madeline said.

We had come home, and Lord Jonah had put the kids to sleep after feeding them. Then he returned to the room and sat with us, just to check on Madeline.

“Those people are idiots. They should be held responsible for her murder, just as much as the one who shot her,” I shouted, almost deafening myself.

Madeline turned to Lord Jonah. There was a strange anxiety in her body.

“How did she pass away? Did she just die in her sleep, or did she…..did she say something?” she insisted, her voice cracking again.

Lord Jonah held her hand between his, gently patting the back of it.

My eyes shifted as I noticed Lady Eugenia standing in the corner, right next to the kitchen door, her arms crossed over her chest.

I could tell she was more afraid that someone had entered their home and shot Yuvonne than she was upset that Yuvonne was gone.

“She did wake up,” Lord Jonah said quietly.

I watched Madeline’s eyes fill with more questions.

“It was only for a brief moment. When they brought her out of the coma, she woke up,” he continued, looking distraught. I could tell he was struggling, unsure whether to say more or keep the rest to himself.

Madeline didn’t wait. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her head.

“You have to tell me, without lying, what she said,” she urged.

It was as if Madeline already knew that Yuvonne must have had a last wish.

I could tell Lord Jonah was unsure whether he should say it, because he kept looking at me.

“Please, tell me,” Madeline pressed urgently.

Lord Jonah finally gave in.

“She wanted us to take care of Ron and not let him take a step that would ruin him. She wanted us to make sure he moved on, found a new mate, and started his life again. That was her only wish. And…” he paused, then cupped Madeline’s face in his hands, “she said no one should let you take the blame for what happened to her. She wanted us to thank you for what you did for her, for how you cared for her when she was all alone.”

As those words were spoken, Madeline broke down again.

And for the first time, I felt tears running down my own cheeks.

Lord Jonah and I decided to make Madeline sleep for a while, so we gave her medicine. She didn’t know. We had mixed it into her food.

She cried for a few minutes even after taking it before she finally dozed off.

Now we sat together in the garden, wondering what would come next. People were blowing up our phones because Madeline’s phone was turned off.

“I can’t believe our pack members have turned so bitter,” I said.

Lord Jonah agreed.

“Are they not going to let her grieve? That’s ridiculous,” I muttered, and Lord Jonah nodded.

“Those people really ruined everything for Madeline and Ron,” he said softly.

“I’m just worried about both of them. They’re the ones Yuvonne wanted us to take care of,” he added sadly, making me sigh as I reached behind my head and rubbed my neck.

“We can take care of Madeline, but

I’m not sure how we will take care of Ron,” I admitted, reminding him of the conversation I had told him. about in the car when Bồn found out that Yuvonne had been shot.

I had told him how aggressive Ron had become after hearing it.

“Do you have another fear? Speak it,” Lord Jonah said, placing a hand on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

I pouted.

“I’m just afraid,” I confessed softly.

“Say it,” he insisted.

“I’m worried Ron might accuse Madeline,” I said.

He nodded, as if he agreed.

“That’s my fear too,” he admitted, and I shook my head in disbelief.

It was disgusting, honestly, that we were even worried about something like that. It

just proved how unfair everyone had been to Madeline.

Because think about it. This wasn’t her fault, yet we were worried she would be blamed for it, because it had happened again and again.

Something bad happens, and all the fingers point at Madeline, as if she’s supposed to help everyone as if she’s supposed to stop er nejust to fight something she doesn’t even know exists.

“Anyway, we need to speak with the council and tell them not to bother Madeline for

a few hours. She needs to mourn properly,” Lord Jonah said, and I agreed.

However, I immediately got a message from Sean that showed those people had no shame.

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“Sean, you need to keep an eye on Madeline. People are rallying against her, saying she’s refusing to help their children They’re planning to find her and force her to help them

As I read the text, my fist clenched.

I was ready to kill a few people.