Chapter 124
"We are the Rosenthal family, and you are one of us. | don't see any reason why you cannot go back to the place
where you were born." Thomas Rosenthal said, his face devoid of emotion. Fiona stared at him, unsure whether
he was geminely ignorant or simply pretending. How could he not understand the hell she had endured all those
years?
Was he truly that foolish to think she would ever return to that place! That nightmare? Never!
Fiona snorted, her disdain evident. "You can go ahead and leave, Father. Thave no interest in discussing this with
you."
Lord Rosenthal's frown deepened. His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Then perhaps it's t1 reveal the
truth-that you've been pretending to be poisoned all along"
Fiona raised an eyebrow, her surprise momentary. She couldn't believe how low he was willing to stoop to drag
her back.
But was that really surprising? This was the sman who watched her daughter getting abused by the man he
asked her to marry. Is there really something that this man wouldn't do for the sake of his own interests?
However, this didn't stop her from suspecting something. For a moment. she let suspicion flickered in her eyes,
but Lord Rosenthal mistook her reaction for fear-a fear of him exposing her supposed deception to the King and
Queen:
"I can tell them." he continued his tone calculated. "That we, the Rosenthals, are immune to poison. As the
blessed ones, we can heal ourselves without effort. And | can prove it." He paused, letting the weight of his
words sink in. "You know the punishment for deceiving the royals is severe. Of course, | understand you don't
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Fiona's expression didn't waver, but her fists clenched at her sides as Thomas took a step closer. Now, he is
going to use Elijah?
"He knew about your little charade, didn't he?" Thomas pressed, his smirk widening "His actions stirred
sympathy among the Werewolf community. Now, they see him as a hero and want him to ascend as the next
king-without even undergoing the Rite of Kings. That alone could be seen as treason. He's using you, Fiona, to
manipulate public opinion and gain their favor. Or at least, that's how it might look to others"
He stepped even closer, the smirk on his face growing sharper. "I wonder," he mused aloud, his words dripping
with malice. "What punishment would be a prince accused of attempting to usurp the throne?"
Fiona blinked, her disbelief momentarily silencing her. Then she spoke, her lips curling into a mocking smile. "You
How creative. Perhaps being an author would suit you better."
She cut him off as she taking a step forward. Now they stood mere inchies apart, neither willing to back down.
Her smirk deepened. "Are you threatening me, Lord Rosenthal?"
Thomas's expression darkened, his confidence faltering for the first time. The punishment he had implied-death-
was severe, yet Fiona showed no sign of fear. Why?
Her calm demeanor, her mocking smirk-it unnerved him. Was she hiding something else?
"Thut was a warning, Fiona, Lord Rosenthal said. "At the end of the day, | am still your father. | am the clan head,
and you shall listen to Obviously, consequences will be given once you disobey."
| say.
"Hah!Father!" Fiona chuckled, turning her head away as she coyly covered her mouth with her hand. "Will you
listen to yourself, Father?" she said. her voice laced with mockery as she emphasized the word Father.
Her gaze shifted back to him her expression hardening. "Where were you when | told you Zach hitfor the
first time?"
"You're talking about the past-
Where were you when Elise pushedoff the cliff when we were younger!" Fiona interrupted, her words sharp.
"Didn't you say it was a mere misgaderstanding! That a werewolf wouldn't die from being pushed off a humlard-
foot cliff? Didn't you laugh it off, saying Elise was just playing
Lord Rosenthal's face stiffened, but Fiona didn't stop. Her voice K
Krew steadier,
angrier, as the words poured out.
"Where were you when Zach slappedso hard my lips bled! When unished tears. "I begged you," she
continued, her voice tracking slightly. "I begged you to letinside the clan house. | beggest you to let me
leave Hy face was swollen beyunal recognition?" she asked, her eyes burning with him. | knelt before you, asking
you to save your daughter from that, abuver" Tears began pooling in her eyes, but she made no move to wipe
them away. She didn't try because she felt sad about the past. She cried because there weren't enough words to
describe the desperation she had felt back then-the helplessness.
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She straightened, her voice colder now. "And you dare stand here and talk about consequences for
disobedience! Tell me, Father, where were your conquences for abandoning mein
Fiona swallowed. Her threat suddenly felt drier than before
Then she took a step back, her expression calm. "It would be good if you told the King, the Queen, and perhaps
the council that I'm pretending to be poisoned. That I've been playing them like a damn toy Go ahead, gather
them. Announce it to everyone." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "Just.." She took another deliberate step back.
"Just make sure | don't get a chance to speak before any of them. Because if | do, they'll learn how the Rosenthal
Clan has been selling their blood to both the Lycans and the Vampires" "What?"
As expected, the facade on her father's face cracked. His composure shattered. He rushed toward her, gripping
her shoulders tightly as though clinging to his very survival. His fingers dug into her skin "What did you say!" he
demanded, his eyes wild
Fiona didn't flinch. Her smile widened, unbothered by the pressure of his grip. "You didn't want to killbecause
| left the clan," she said, her voice steady, "You wanteddead because others can use my blood as an
antidote. An antidote to the poison that only a Rosenthal can heal."
""What are you-
Fiona snorted, her lips thinning as her gaze bore into his "You think | wouldn't know!" she said, her voice cold.
"You didn't want anyone from the clan venturing out into the wild-not to protect them, but to keep them from
discovering the truth. You think I didn't know that you and those who cbefore you were despicable liars! We
weren't hiding because we were ashamed of ourselves. We're killers who've sold our blood to the highest
bidders. We're killers whose blood was used to create poisons that no one else can cure but us,"