Chapter 118

[Third-Person’s POV]

“Are you hungover? You know the doctor informed you well in advance that you weren’t to drink while pregnant,” Leonard threw at his unhinged wife.

He stared blankly at his wife as though she had finally lost her mind. Which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence in their home; however, the argument she had brought to the table that morning had certainly topped a majority of her previous complaints.

Normally, Leonard would only give, at least, half of his attention to Isabella while she’d drone on and on about some immaterial nonsense while he’d pour over the newspaper. Their conversations never generally stretched beyond the current social happenings or some ridiculous new dress she and Samantha had to buy.

But not that day.

It had been the morning after Evelyn had mysteriously left the house without so much as a single word. Leonard found it somewhat odd that his daughter would just up leave with no warning. Considering she was determined to see her brother’s health improve, the older Alpha was highly anticipating that her stay would have gone on for much longer.

He knew he should have kept a closer eye on his son’s progress or lack thereof. He felt that ever since the accident that nearly ended Edward’s life, Leonard had taken but another massive blow to his mentality and wasn’t sure how he was meant to function going forward.

He’d lost his drive to make his own pack strive. All that consumed his thoughts now was finding some sort of financial stability so that things weren’t due to get any worse.

It was why people like the Alpha King and Alexander were held in such high regard to the older man. But, be that as it may, Leonard had had just about enough of Isabella’s ramblings.

Isabella shot him a furious look. “I know what I saw. Alexander Kingston is not paralyzed.”

Leonard shook his head, not wanting to listen to a single bit of her ridiculous argument.

“I’m not crazy!” she shouted from across the table.

“You said it yourself before, it was super late that night and you were already tired,” he pointed out. “My guess is that your mind was just playing tricks on you. Or, better yet, you were dreaming and none of it happened at all.”

Isabella bit her tongue. Hard. She knew she didn't have much of an argument to make when she couldn’t fully explain what had gone on that night. Not without totally incriminating herself in the process.

Since Leonard had started to take an interest in Evelyn’s life and well-being, there was no doubt in her mind that he wasn’t going to handle the news of her being drugged well at all.

Initially, Isabella had no intentions of ever slipping Evelyn the aphrodisiac. She’d intentionally bought it for her own daughter whose incompetence was going to end up costing her dearly if she didn’t start improving her relationship with her own husband.

The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind...But when Michael made his unscheduled appearance that evening after dinner, Isabella couldn’t stop the plan from formulating in her mind. If she wasn’t able to help her own daughter out, the next best thing would have to be to find a way to bring Evelyn down several notches.

She’d skillfully slipped the drug into Evelyn’s tea while her back was turned and waited for nature to do the rest. She wanted to make herself believe that the reason why Evelyn had made such a mad dash out of the house was because she was trying to hide her shame.

Nonetheless, the revolving around Alexander left Isabella feeling frazzled. She would have had more of a sway over the issue had there been some form of evidence left behind. She could have sworn that she watched Alexander stand up from his wheelchair and walk across the room.

However, there was no wheelchair to be found when she’d gone back to search for it later on. Without any form of proof that Alexander was even there, Isabella was forced to drop the issue entirely.

As if that wasn’t hindering her mind enough, there was also no sign of whether or not her little trick on Evelyn actually panned out. On top of Alexander somehow disappearing, so did Evelyn and Michael. Not that she was thrilled about her annoying Stepdaughter showing up in the first place, but it was very unlike Evelyn to not say goodbye.

No matter, she knew that the moment word got out about Edward’s rapidly failing health Evelyn would rush over to try and fix things.

Well, at least things didn’t end in a total loss, she figured.

That irritating little bitch set me back a long way with getting rid of that useless waste of space she calls a brother.

Isabella had every intention of picking up where she left off when it came to sabotaging Edward’s treatments. She refused to let the opportunity of taking full control of the Silvermoon Pack pass her by. She’d come so close to making Edward’s treatments appear as though they were naturally failing—no way was she going to stop now.

“It doesn’t matter what she’s been doing to help him,” she muttered darkly to herself. “I’m going to make sure that there is no chance of recovery. This time, Edward won’t ever wake up.”

She pursed her lips with self-determination and left the dining room. The only thing that gave her soured mood a bit of hope was knowing that she was going to be able to put a stop to all the progress Evelyn was making.

A menacing smile curved her painted lips at the thought.

As she began making her way down the hallway toward Edward’s rooms, she came to an abrupt halt at the corner.

What the hell?!

Standing guard at the doors to her Stepson’s room was a large figure with unwavering stature. As the lady of the house, Isabella believed that she was due some sort of an explanation.

Hiding her frazzledness, she calmly approached the man.

“May I ask who you are and why you’re standing in front of this door?” she questioned pointedly.

The man raised a singular brow and barely glanced down at her in acknowledgment.

“I was sent by my Luna to watch over a Mr. Edward Silverwood,” he stated clearly.

“Your Luna?”

“Yes, Evelyn Kingston,” the guard clarified.

Her anger returned with a mean vengeance. “And may I now know why my Stepdaughter would post a guard in my own house?”

“Mrs. Kingston is under the clear impression that her brother’s treatments have been tampered with. She’s requested that there be twenty-four surveillance on these rooms until her brother’s health returns to its original progression.”

Isabella’s arrogant sneer curled her features. “Well, that sounds a bit dramatic. I mean, twenty-four surveillance? Is that really necessary? I’m sure Edward’s health will be able to progress just fine without all of this.”

She tried to reach for the door handle but the man shifted to block her access. Isabella was hugely taken aback by this. The woman let out a sharp gasp and planted her hands on her hips.

“Are you really going to block me from seeing my own Stepson?”

“Mrs. Kingston passed on a list of all certified personnel that are allowed to see Mr. Silverwood during this time. I’m afraid that you are not on it.”

Isabella’s jaw practically hit the floor. “I don’t believe this! This is a complete outrage! I’m being barred from a literal part of my own house?!”

The guard resumed his original position and didn’t even bother to give a response.

She turned on her heels and stormed off. Isabella knew she needed a new course of action...This was, undoubtedly, going to mess with her plans.

Perhaps, I should seriously think about reaching out to Caroline.