Third Person’s POV


    “No, this isn’t true! You’re lying, you’re deceiving me—”


    Finished


    Maddox shouted at Riley, his voice sharp with desperation. “You were just a high school student back then! How could you have been sending me ten thousand every month?”


    “Don’t think I don’t know who really supported me,” Maddox sneered. “It was Scarlett. Only a wealthy heiress like her wouldn’t care about a mere ten thousand. And you? You were never epted by the Ebonw Pack. Not a single coin did they give you. So how could you possibly support me?”


    It was clear Maddox had always known about Riley’s difficult situation within the Ebonw Pack.


    Yet when Riley suffered countless injustices there, Maddox had simply brushed it off with a dismissive, “You’re just too sensitive.”


    He knew full well the Pack hadn’t given her anything, but while he had ten thousand every month, he never bothered to spare even a hundred for her.


    How foolish she must have been–to hand over every penny she earned without reservation, all to him.


    A wave of profound sorrow surged through Riley’s heart as she said coldly, “You never participated in anypetitions. Of course you don’t know that the prize for first ce in the Mooncrest Academy Physics Tournament was hefty.”


    “I truly regret giving you all my prize money back then. If I had kept that money for myself, how much easier my life would’ve been. No one understands that better than you–Maddox, the ‘topwyer‘ who always wore brand names from head to toe during college.”


    Her voice was quiet but sharp as a de, cutting straight through Maddox’s pride and shaming him deeply.


    “That’s impossible. I don’t believe you. You’re lying…” Maddox clung to hisst thread of denial.


    Riley had no more patience to waste on his nonsense. Her expression calm, she said lightly, “Yes, yes, I’m lying to you.”


    With that, she turned without hesitation, taking Caelum Knox’s arm and walking away, refusing to argue any further.


    Her indifferent attitude was like salt poured on Maddox’s wounds, fueling the raging fire <b>of </b>anger inside him.


    He desperately pushed his wheelchair, wheels scraping sharp arcs against the floor, trying to catch up.


    “Riley, stop right there! Don’t walk away–exin yourself!” he shouted hoarsely.


    But Riley neither heard nor wished to hear him.


    Soon, Riley and Caelum got into the car. Caelum started the engine, and the vehicle sped away from the hospital.


    Maddox stared nkly at the fading tail lights, his body copsingpletely into the wheelchair<b>, </b>eyes hollow and lost.


    He kept muttering “Impossible,” but deep down, he knew the harsh truth.


    He hade to the hospital for a checkup on his leg injury, but now, all his thoughts were consumed by Riley’s words–he had no mind left to care about his own legs.


    At this moment, all he wanted was to see Scarlett–to get to the bottom of the truth


    Scaricu, the heiress of the Ebonw Packs Mooncrest territory, had shocked everyone at the Matriarch Duskgrave’s banquet by attempting to steal embroidery worth twenty million She was arrested on the spot.


    Everyone at the banquet witnessed the scene, and it made the headlines that very night.


    Maddox had seen the news, so he knew Scarlett was locked up in the holding facility


    3:53 PM <b>P </b>P ?


    Inside the detention center, dim yellow lights flickered in the oppressive air thick with tension.


    Maddox and Scarlett sat opposite each other, separated by cold, unyielding iron bars.


    Finished


    He couldn’t imagine that the proud girl who once carried herself like a swan, full of arrogance and grace, would fall so low.


    Her head was shaved;rge patches of damaged scalp exposed raw skin beneath the scabs, leaving a shocking pattern like a patchy Mediterranean, contrasting starkly with the sparse new hair growth–aughable and pitiful sight.


    Her innate pride and haughtiness had vanished without a trace. Now she looked like a featherless peacock–disheveled and broken.


    When Scarlett’s eyes caught sight of Maddox, a flicker of hope sparked within her–a hope that the topwyer might be able


    to save her.


    But when she saw Maddox in his wheelchair, his clothes wrinkled and his face etched with fatigue and hardship, that flicker of hope was instantly extinguished, sinking deep into despair.


    Yet Maddox was the first visitor she had seen in days. Though he looked worse for wear, she still put on a pitiful act, pleading softly, “Brother Maddox, please help me.”


    Back then, when Scarlett was <b>as </b>pure and beautiful as a water lily, her pitiful expressions were genuinely heart–wrenching.


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