?Chapter 228:


    The couple hesitated, a flicker of doubt crossing their eyes.


    But their anger red up again. They couldn’t go after Kristina’s family; they had no power to seek justice. Seeing me standing before them, they could only channel their rage toward me.


    “So what!” the woman spat bitterly. “If it weren’t for you, my sons wouldn’t have been caught in this mess!”


    “Today, you’ll join my eldest son in death!” the man roared, his face contorted with rage.


    They charged at me once more.


    “Makenna!” Alice clutched my hand, tense with worry, but I didn’t dodge. Instead, I watched them coldly.


    Just as they were about to strike, I slowly curled my lips into a smile and said, “What if I told you I could help save your younger son?”


    They froze, their attack halting inches from me.


    “Really?”


    My smile deepened. “Of course. You just need to do as I say.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    The next day, I went about my usual training routine as if the events of the previous day were nothing more than a fleeting memory.


    After I finished, Alice walked beside me on our way back, her face creased with worry. “Makenna, do you really think Flynn’s parents will follow through with what you told them?”


    I nodded, almost nonchntly. “They will. They’ve only got one son left now, and he’s theirst hope.” With him being locked up, there wasn’t much they could do without some careful maneuvering to get him out.


    Alice’s concern lingered, though. “But what if Kristina decides to act first and rescues him? Wouldn’t that throw a wrench in our n?”


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    I shook my head, a small smile ying on my lips. “No, if she had any intention of saving him, she would have done so by now. Her silence says it all—she doesn’t want to get her hands dirty. She’s not going to invite trouble into her own backyard.”


    Just like the whispers floating around about the red-light district’s shady business, Kristina probably believed that money could buy her way out of any mess. But what she failed to grasp was that to parents, no amount of money held a candle to their child’s safety.


    This time, it was a problem that wouldn’t vanish with just a few coins.


    As we strolled along, deep in conversation, we suddenly caught the sound of nearby chatter. Words like “Kristina” and “Flynn” floated through the air.


    Alice and I exchanged a quick nce, and without a word, we slipped behind some bushes to listen in on the conversation.


    It was a group of soldiers talking, one of them speaking in a hushed but excited tone, eager to share thetest gossip.


    “Did you hear the news? Flynn’s parents are causing a ruckus, using Kristina of tricking their simpleton son into assaulting a sex ve right in front of the king.”


    “Yeah, I heard that,” another soldier chimed in, though he sounded puzzled. “But doesn’t it seem odd? Why would Kristina do something like that? She’s the future queen of Lycan Royalty. A sex ve is no threat to her. Maybe this is all just a big misunderstanding?”


    “You don’t get it,” a third soldier interrupted with a scoff. “Women’s jealousy can be downright vicious. It’s not shocking she’d pull something like this.”


    “Exactly. Think about it—Flynn’s brother is a simpleton. There’s no way he could’ve gotten into the pce without someone helping him.”


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