---- Chapter 6 The interview ended in chaos. Reporters had stopped asking questions the moment the video played. All eyes turned toward the screen showing my collapse-blood and paint swirling around her body like a crimson halo. Yeats and Yelena rushed out of the office without a word. Lily remained behind, and the cameras instantly turned on her. "Miss Lily," one reporter pressed, "Alpha Yeats seems to have deep feelings for this so-called helper. Do you still think you can take her place?" "Do you believe you can truly be a mother figure to Miss Yelena?" asked another. Yet another added sharply, "The teen wolves in the video claimed to be your fans. Did you instruct them to attack the Luna?" A flicker of fury flashed in Lily's eyes, but she quickly plastered it with a gentle smile. ---- "Thave nothing to do with this unfortunate incident," she said sweetly. "I am just as worried as you are about Miss Yelena's helper." She put on a mask, turned, and strode out of the room with cool composure. Yeats and Yelena arrived at the den to find onlya dried, dark-red pool in front of the entrance. The air was thick with silence. Yelena screamed. "Mom! No!" Yeats stepped inside with a ghastly expression. The place was undisturbed-everything was exactly where it had been. Except for one thing. Iwas gone. Two pieces of paper lay neatly on the desk. One was a medical report from a healing center. The other-a divorce agreement. Yeats stared at the document in disbelief. "You want to divorce me?" he murmured. Yelena frantically searched every room. "She's not ---- here! Dad... is Mom dead?!" "Don't say nonsense!" Yeats snapped, but his hands trembled. He had never felt so unsure. He immediately ordered a full inspection of all surveillance around the den. The team returned with grim news -all footage had been wiped. No data remained. Even the Werewolf Council had no death record for me. Then, he saw the name of the healing center on my report. Without hesitation, they raced to the facility. But when they returned, Yeats was pale and silent. "Dad..." Yelena's voice was trembling. "She was still suffering from silver poisoning. You didn't trust her. You... you let them kill her!" Her small fists beat against his chest. "You killed Mom!" Yeats couldn't argue. The truth suffocated him.