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Theo had withheld some crucial information and shared everything that people in the town should know with her grandmother and Gerard. Their reactions were more intense than Hazel had expected. She couldn’t understand why her grandmother and Gerard would get so emotional about McGo Family’s affairs. They had no connection to McGo Family.

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“The badges were collected to check if any badges were missing among the Pack members,” Theo summed up, unsure why her grandmother and Gerard had so many questions tonight. Normally, they wouldn’t care about these matters. Even when Hazel had left home and moved to Alpha’s private estate, her grandmother didn’t react so strongly.

“So, are there any missing badges in the Pack?” Her grandmother continued to inquire, sensing something peculiar. Did Kassandra decide to break ties with The Iron Star Pack because someone from their Pack had attacked McGo Family? Did she not confirm the whole situation?

Theo shook his head, “No, everyone handed in their badges.” He kept the secret that Elmer’s badge was fake. Their intention was to let the information spread.

“Did Alpha not inform Kassandra about it?” Her grandmother looked worried. She didn’t want to see McGo Family and The Iron Star Pack break apart, as it would not lead to a good outcome.

“Grandma, you seem unusually curious about everything tonight,” Hazel interrupted her grandmother’s questioning.

Theo also looked at his grandmother with suspicion. Her grandmother was not an Alpha, and she didn’t have much say in Pack matters. Even if McGo Family and The Iron Star Pack were really breaking ties, it wasn’t something her grandmother could control. She was just an ordinary werewolf.

“I’m just concerned about the Pack,” her grandmother adjusted her emotions and glanced at Gerard.

“Everyone cares about the Pack,” Hazel smiled, but her grandmother and Gerard’s reactions were strange.

After dinner, Hazel returned to her room. She had been lying in bed since her shower, unable to fall asleep. Her grandmother’s reaction that evening had seemed strange.

Hazel had a vague feeling that her grandmother and Gerard were hiding something from her. She had lived with her grandmother for a long time, but she didn’t know what her grandmother could be hiding. Why was her grandmother so concerned about McGo Family’s affairs? Why was she worried about McGo Family breaking ties with The Iron Star Pack? All these questions were swirling in Hazel’s mind.

Hazel sat up in bed, her brow furrowed, contemplating whether to confront her grandmother with her questions. She cautiously opened her bedroom door and started heading downstairs.

Her grandmother’s room was close to the living room. When Hazel reached the doorway, she noticed a dim light seeping out from beneath her grandmother’s door. She could also hear Gerard’s voice, so she immediately hushed her movements.

“Are you really not planning to tell Hazel about this?” Gerard asked, sitting in a chair.

“I’m not sure if telling her is the right choice,” her grandmother’s voice sounded from within the room.

Hazel frowned. What did her grandmother want to tell her?

“She’s grown up,” Gerard lowered his voice, well aware of how keen werewolf hearing was. “She should decide for herself.”

“But she still needs more training,” her grandmother shook her head, feeling that telling Hazel wasn’t the best choice.

“Fran, what do you think about McGo Family breaking ties with The Iron Star Pack?” Gerard spoke again.

“It’s no longer my concern,” her grandmother’s face was filled with worry. She never expected McGo Family and The Iron Star Pack to come to this point.

“But you are clearly…” Gerard’s voice suddenly grew louder, and her grandmother immediately cut him off before he could say more.

“Gerard, calm down,” her grandmother said in a hushed tone.

Hazel stood outside the room, covering her mouth. She was afraid that she might make a noise.

What did Gerard want to say just now? Why did her grandmother stop him? Couldn’t they talk about it even within this house?

“I understand. Get some rest,” Gerard got up from his chair.

Hazel heard the sounds from inside the room. She held her breath and hid somewhere on the stairs. She didn’t come out until Gerard returned to the room. Her grandmother was indeed keeping something from her.

Hazel went back to her room and decided not to ask her grandmother any more questions because she felt her grandmother wouldn’t tell her the truth. But she had to find out what had happened between her grandmother and McGo Family.

This night, Hazel couldn’t sleep at all. When the first light of day broke, she got up and prepared to return to Cyril’s estate. She had to tell Cyril about her grandmother’s situation and hoped he could help her uncover the truth. Hazel wanted to know what had really transpired between her grandmother and McGo Family.

Gerard’s reaction also puzzled her.

Hazel went downstairs and found her grandmother already awake, even preparing breakfast.

“Hazel, come and have breakfast,” her grandmother called out from the kitchen.

Hazel smiled and entered the kitchen, placing the glass of milk on the table.

“Quick, eat up,” her grandmother patted Hazel’s back. “You have to return to the estate.”

Hazel nodded and sat down at the table. Her grandmother’s expression appeared completely normal.

She ate her portion of eggs, sausages, and nutritious milk. “Grandma, I’m full,” Hazel said, although her thoughts weren’t on breakfast. She felt an urgent need to leave home and return to Cyril’s private estate, where she could find inner peace.

Hazel watched her grandmother bustling about, wanting to ask questions but fearing her queries might render her grandmother silent, as if she didn’t want to answer.

“So, are you going back to the estate now?” her grandmother inquired.

“Yes, otherwise Cyril might come over himself,” Hazel shrugged, trying to make herself appear as nonchalant as possible.

“Alright, then head back to the estate now,” her grandmother patted Hazel’s shoulder, her expression somewhat reluctant.

“Grandma, I’ll come to see you again,” Hazel hugged her grandmother. Despite her grandmother hiding something, her love for her grandmother remained unchanged.

Her grandmother nodded and walked into the backyard.

Hazel left her house, where Carlotta and Viola were waiting at the door. They escorted Hazel back to the estate.

Putnam just stood at the window on his second floor, watching Hazel’s departing figure. Cyril would send people to protect Hazel, and Hawthorne had warned him not to harm her. It seemed his ex-girlfriend had more value now.

A cold smile tugged at Putnam’s lips. If only Hazel had been willing to return to his side, everything would be different. Unfortunately, she had refused.

Her grandmother walked into the house from the entrance, spotting Hazel’s departure and well aware of who had eavesdropped by the door last night.

After Hazel left, her grandmother returned to her room. She went to the closet and, from the bottom, pulled out a box. Placing the box on the bed, she gently opened it.

A blue robe emerged from the box.

Countless memories rushed into her grandmother’s mind, and the past memories came flooding back.

“Fran, he’s a werewolf. You can’t be with him,” a familiar face appeared in Fran’s mind, and her voice echoed in Fran’s thoughts. “You carry a heavy burden.”

“No, I don’t need that position. Let me go,” Fran lay on the bed, struggling.

Her grandmother tightly gripped the blue robe, lost in her memories.