Chapter 722 Demand Justice
Hayley’s POV:
“All right.” Benjamin freed one hand and took mine in his. “I’ll always be on your side.”
I could feel his strength flowing into me; Hera, my wolf, was practically buzzing with joy and energy inside me. Benjamin truly was my destined mate. In moments like this, he always managed to give me exactly what I needed.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the Sanders Residence. We got out together and rang the doorbell at the front gate. An Omega house staff member hurried out, standing behind the iron bars. She glanced at me, then unlocked the gate from inside.
“Ms. Michelle, you’re back,” she greeted me with a respectful smile.
“You know who I am?” I was certain I’d never been here before, let alone introduced myself.
“Of course! Everyone in the house knows you were found. Mr. Sander announced it himself in front of us all. He even showed us your photo and told us to remember your face, to treat you with the same respect we show Ms. Freya. Mr. Sander is really attentive when it comes to you.” The house staff chatted as she led us inside.
For a moment, I didn’t know how to respond. Benjamin, still holding my hand, picked up the conversation for me. “Did Mr. Sander give any other instructions?”
“Oh, absolutely,” the house staff replied enthusiastically. “Not only did Mr. Sander have Ms. Michelle’s room completely renovated, but he also had the kitchen update the menu to match her old favorites, just in case she decided to come home anytime. By the way, since Ms. Michelle is back, you’ll stay for a meal, right? If there’s anything you’d like, I’ll notify the kitchen right away.”
“That won’t be necessary. We just need to say a few words and then we’ll be heading back–Mrs. Sander is waiting for her,” Benjamin’s tone was gentle.
“Haha, Ms. Michelle really is closer to Mrs. Sander. Still, Mr. Sander is a good father–it’s hard to forget that. I see him eating alone every day, and it’s a little sad. Ms. Michelle, if you have time, you should come visit more often,” the house staff reminded me.
“We’ll take care of those things ourselves,” Benjamin replied for me, his patience unwavering. He didn’t reveal his Alpha status, but the quiet strength he carried was enough to make the Omega house staff instinctively show respect and even a bit of fear.
After that, the house staff bowed her head in apology. “Yes, Mr. Southwell, you’re right. I spoke out of turn.” She gestured to the sofa. “Ms. Michelle, Mr. Southwell, please wait here. I’ll go get Mr. Sander.”
With that, she turned to go find Alan.
“Just call Freya down. I know she’s home,” I instructed before she could leave. I’d already checked Freya’s location before coming–she was definitely here. Besides, Hera had already caught her scent.
At my command, the house staff obediently changed course and headed upstairs to find Freya. She hadn’t been gone long when, instead of Freya, Alan came down from upstairs. He walked slowly down the steps and greeted us.
“You’re back?” Alan asked. “How’s Peter doing?”
“He’s in a coma. How good could he possibly be?” My tone was sharp.
“Right.” Alan sighed, lifting his eyes to meet mine. “So, what brings you here to see Freya?”
“I’m here to demand justice for Peter.” I didn’t bother with small talk.
“You must’ve come because your mom said a few things to you,” Alan said, lowering his head and waving his hand dismissively. “It’s all just baseless speculation. There’s no real evidence. Don’t take it to heart.”
His indifference made my blood boil; Hera roared in fury inside me.
“If I can’t trust my own mother, who am I supposed to trust? Should I trust an outsider, like you do?” I shot back coldly.
“Nonsense! There are no outsiders in this family!” Alan’s face darkened immediately, clearly displeased. “Freya and you–you’re both my daughters. There’s no difference.”
I had no interest in arguing with him. I brushed past the sofa and headed straight for the stairs.
“What do you think you’re doing!” Alan suddenly stood up, his voice sharp. “Are you really going to fight your own sister right in front of me?!”