Chapter 56: Chapter 56

[Margaret’s Perspective]

“That’s none of your business,” I retorted.

“I’m concerned about you.” Elizabeth stood up and looked down at me. “You should be guarding your own gate, not waiting for someone to pry it open.”

I had to say that after Elizabeth returned to her normal state, it was even more of a headache.

I waved my hand, not wanting to continue this conversation with her.

Elizabeth snorted and stood up to walk over to Anthony’s side again. I saw the people on Donald’s side disperse a little and Elliot walked in our direction. I guessed they were done talking. I stood up and dusted myself off, expecting Elliot to tell me something about what had happened.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“His Majesty asked me to send you back first,” Elliot said.

I felt a little disappointed by this and asked, “Isn’t he coming back with us?”

“His Majesty has business to attend to,” Elliot replied.

Elizabeth heard the commotion on our side. She leaned over and said, “Are we going back?”

“Yes. Alpha also said to go back with you.”

Elizabeth didn’t look concerned about whether or not Armstrong was going back. She looked very happy. “Finally. Let’s go.”

“Wait.” I looked at Elliot and said, “Let me talk to Donald before you leave, okay?”

Elliot hesitated, then nodded. “Then I’ll take you there.”

I followed Elliot and quickly walked a few short meters. Actually, I didn’t know what I wanted to say to Donald. For a moment, I felt that I shouldn’t leave like this. I wanted to at least say something to him.

As I approached Donald, I finally got a good look at the man lying on the ground tonight.

Anthony said that he wasn’t from our pack, but he didn’t look like a royal Lycan either. He wasn’t as tall as the people Donald had brought.

Donald was directing someone to lift him up. There were no obvious injuries on his body, and there was no blood. I noticed that his face was faintly pale, and because he had been lifted, his clothes had slipped off. There were a few needle marks on his exposed forearm, but they were quickly covered as he was being moved.

I was about to take a closer look when Donald saw me.

I was about to speak when he glared at Elliot with a very displeased expression and said, “I told you to bring her back. Why did you bring her here?”

“I…” I was about to say something when Donald interrupted me.

“I didn’t ask you to speak. What about what you promised me? You have to listen to my arrangements when you come out. Who allowed you to take matters into your own hands?”

Donald was standing beside Armstrong and Angel. I felt extremely embarrassed to be criticized by him in public.

I just wanted to come over and see him. I didn’t do anything wrong. I’d also kept my promise to him and was paying attention to my own safety. I didn’t go anywhere just now. What right did Donald have to say that about me? What did he think I was?

“I just want to see how you are doing.” I forced myself to finish the sentence. I didn’t want to appear undignified in front of others.

“I’m fine. Go back with Elliot now. Immediately,” Donald ordered angrily.

I felt choked up.

I stared at Donald. His gray-green eyes were not as warm as before, but completely cold, like an emotionless emperor. As long as I disobeyed him, I could only endure his anger.

“Elliot, didn’t you hear me?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Elliot replied respectfully. He turned to me and said, “Miss Margaret, let’s go.”

I turned my head and tried to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

I had suffered a lot since I was young, but I didn’t cry often. Most of the time, I endured the pain myself. But ever since I got together with Donald, I felt that I had become softer and even more fragile.

If Donald had given me something that I didn’t care about in the past, I would feel twice as aggrieved and sad now. I wouldn’t even be able to control my tears.

I didn’t want to be weak. I preferred to believe it was the power of love, because at the same time, it made me stronger when faced with other things.

There wouldn’t be anyone in this world whose every move would affect my emotions so much, except for Donald.

I headed in the other direction without looking back.

I wasn’t being spiteful. I just felt that I couldn’t hold it in anymore, but I didn’t want anyone to see my tears. I needed to be alone to calm down, even if it was just for a minute or two.