bChapter /bb162/bb: /bbShe /bbHates /bMe, band /bShe bShould /b

Chapter 162: She Hates Me, and She Should

b(/bGod’s POV)

Sandy Parker’s phone buzzed with an anonymous text message that made her heart race with excitement: “Already resolved.”

She stared at the screen, her hands trembling with a mixture of relief and triumph. Regardless bof /bbwhether /bbshe /bwas real or fake, she was now the only daughter the Whitmore family had!

Her moment of victory was interrupted by a sharp knock at her bedroom door.

“Miss Parker,” a servant called through the wood. “Someone iming to be from the ckwood family bis /b

waiting downstairs to see you.”

Sandy’s eyes widened with anticipation. Had Marcus finallye to acknowledge her as his childhood

savior?

She took her time getting dressed, selecting what she believed was her most impressive outfit. The white

dress paired with blue stockings, emerald earrings, pearl ne, and gold bracelet would surely

demonstrate her refined taste.

Downstairs in the living room, Isabe ckwood had been waiting for quite a while. Her patience was

wearing thin as she checked her watch repeatedly.

The arrogance of this supposed Whitmore family daughter was already testing her limits. But for the sake of a potential mating alliance, she forced herself to endure it.

When Sandy Parker finally appeared in the doorway, Isabe nearly choked on her tea.

The garish disy before her was supposedly the refined Whitmore family daughter? The fashion disaster of shing colors and excessive jewelry made Isabe’s eyes water.

“Are you indeed the recently found Whitmore family daughter?b” /bIsabe asked, struggling to keep her voice

neutral.

Sandy confirmed with feigned sweetness, “Yes, that’s me. I’m Sandy Parker, now Sandy Whitmore.”

As Isabe examined her more closely, her expectations plummeted rapidly. Not only was Sandy’s appearance inferior to Elena’s natural beauty, but her outdated styling made her look older andpletely unsuitable as a potential mate for Adrian.

“I’m visiting to get acquainted since we might be inws in the future,” Isabe said carefully.

Sandy’s face lit up with misunderstanding. She assumed Isabe was referring to a rtionship with Marcus

rather than Adrian.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Sandy gushed, sping her hands together. “Though Alpha Marcus bhasn’t /bbsevered /bbhis /bmate bond yet, I’m sure once bthat /bshe–wolf is gone…”

Isabe’s confusion deepened. “I meant Adrian, actually.”

Sandy’s expression shifted to enthusiastic delight. “Dear bsister/b! How lovely bto /bbmeet /bbyou/bb!/bb” /b

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bThe /bawkward exchange left Isabe feeling deeply troubled about this potential alliance.

bSandy /bthen asked with poorly concealed disappointment, “Why hasn’t Marcuse bto /bbsee /bbme/bb? /bbI /bwas bhis /blifesaver from years ago, after all.”

She pouted like a spoiled child. “I thought he would visit once he learned I was found.”

Sandy lost herself in fantasies about bing Marcus’s mate once

Elena was permanently out of bthe /b

picture.

Isabe stared at her in bewilderment, realizing this girl waspletely delusional about her connection bto /b

Marcus.

She left the Whitmore Estate feeling deeply disturbed by the entire encounter.

(Marcus ckwood’s POV)

I awakened to find my father Alexander ckwood sitting beside my hospital bed. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils as consciousness returned.

My first thought was of Elena. “Is Elena alright?”

I tried to sit up, but sharp pain shot through my chest. My father’s firm hand pressed me back down onto bthe /b

pillows.

“She’s fine,” he assured me. “You need to rest.”

Victoria ckwood entered the room, her face set in hard lines of disapproval.

“You nearly died protecting that ungrateful she–wolf,” she said bitterly. “And she hasn’t even visited you once.”

Her voice rose with indignation. “All she thinks about is severing your mate bond!”

Alexander turned to his mate with sharp criticism. “Your harsh words yesterday drove her away.”

“What did you say to her?” I asked, my voice growing stern despite my weakness.

Victoria defended herself without remorse. “I told her the truth. While Elena saved your life, the ckwood family repaid that debt by epting her into our pack.”

She crossed her arms defiantly. “We didn’t force her to ept the mating bond. She had no right to me you for everything.”

My voice grew cold with authority. “Mother, I owe Elena everything.”

Alexander leaned forward with concern. “What do you remember, son?”

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The memories crashed over me like a tidal wave. The kb********/bg, the escape, Elena’s injured ankle, my promise to protect her forever.

Tears filled my eyes as my body trembled from both surgical weakness and the revival of sleeping memoriesb. /b

“I was the one who told Elena to find me when she grew up,” I confessed, my voice breaking. “But I bforgot /b

about her.”

The weight of my failures pressed down on my chest harder than any physical injury.

“I even said those mocking things to her,” I whispered. “She hates me, and she should.b” /b