Chapter 818

Madeline:

I was comfortable in her home, and I confidently sat down on the couch.

I expected us to sit down and have a civilized discussion.

I didn’t want to come across as a threat to her

But somehow, with the way the world was now, everyone had started fearing one another.

Whenever someone asked a question, it felt as though they were going to punish you if you didn’t answer, blackmail you, threaten you, or even torture you.

So I understood why Livia was so concerned.

The problem was, I needed to know that if she had a wolf?

And how had she managed to keep herself safe here?

A thousand questions were running through my mind.

Then an older woman came out of the room, calling out to Livia so lovingly.

Livia also kept referring to her as her mother.

But there was something in that woman’s eyes.

I didn’t know why, but my heart suddenly sank.

The moment our eyes met, I wanted to know more, but I was forced out of the apartment.

And to be honest, I still would have stayed.

I hadn’t chased Livia all the way here just to leave.

But at that moment, after seeing that woman, I couldn’t do anything.

I walked out and made my way down the hallway toward the elevator, carrying nothing but shattered pieces inside me that I desperately wanted to pick up.

Then I heard her.

“Madeline.”

Livia’s voice came from far behind me, barely more than a gentle whisper.

I immediately stopped and turned around to look at her.

“My mother wants to speak with you,” Livia said, looking very confused as she rubbed her hands together.

As soon as I heard that, I realized I wasn’t the only one who had felt that strange tension between us.

Her mother had felt it too.

Otherwise, why would she call me back to talk?

Livia moved toward the door of their apartment with nervousness, and I slowly followed her back inside.

As soon as I entered, this time I saw her mother sitting on the couch.

Her back was completely straight, and her hands rested in her lap as she repeatedly rubbed her fingers together.

Livia came in behind me and closed the door.

Then she gestured toward the sofa, offering me a seat.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the woman, even when I walked over and sat down.

Now we were sitting across from each other, with Livia on the sofa beside us.

“You wanted to talk to me,” I said to the older woman, who sucked in a deep breath and then looked at Livia.

“Could you please go and sit with her?”

Her request was kind of bizarre.

She wanted her daughter to come and sit right next to me.

Like, was she going to scold two children who had been messing around or something?

Livia agreed. She walked over and sat beside me.

We looked at each other and then back at the woman.

I watched her go through a plethora

of emotions, from shock to

confusion to something couldn

quite understand, before she started taking deep, heavy breaths.

Her mouth opened as if she wanted to say something, but only tears came out.

“Are you alright?” I asked her.

But Livia rushed over before I could do anything, grabbing the glass from the table

and giving it to her mother.

Her mother took a few sips, then lowered the glass.

She gestured for Livia to come sit with her.

Now the mother and daughter sat together while I felt like I was

one about to be interrogated.

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“Where is—” She paused. “Where is your mother?” she asked me.

The question came after such a long silence, and in such a strange way, that I didn’t

know what to make of it.

I looked at Livia before lowering my gaze and clasping my hands together.

“My—my mother is dead,” I said.

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“She was a rogue whore who left me on the doorstep of the man she assumed was my father. Or at leasty

that’s what I’ve been told.”

I remembered the last time I’d had this conversation.

It was on the day of my wedding to Baxter, when my mother’s past had been brought up to shame me.

“How old were you when you were left at a stranger’s door?” she questioned, making me raise my head before I got lost in thought.

“They said I was a few months old. I’m not sure,” I replied.

“Why? Why do you want to know about my mother?” I questioned, feeling a strange

thud in my chest, like she knew her.

But how would she know her just by looking at me?

“Where is your father?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied shortly.

She began to nod her head.

“Is your wolf gray?”

The next question she threw my way stopped my entire existence.

Even Livia snapped her head toward her mother, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe

anymore.