Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 144 The silence between Arnold and Sarah was thick, stretching between them like an invisible wall neither wanted to cross.

It wasn't the comfortable kind of quiet they had once shared, nor was it the cold, sharp silence of an argument. It was something else entirely-heavy, suffocating, filled with unspoken thoughts and lingering regrets.

Sarah sat in the car on the return trip, she looked out the window and didn't notice Arnold looking at him thoughtfully.

"I have things to do, I have to leave first in a few minutes." Arnold glanced at his watch, "I'll have the driver take you home." Sarah simply nodded, not bothering to ask where he was going. What was the point? She had long stopped expecting answers from him.

Arnold hesitated for a brief second as if expecting her to say something-maybe a question, maybe a complaint- but she remained silent.

Taking that as her answer, he turned and walked out, the soft click of the door the only sound breaking the stillness.

As soon as he was gone, Sarah let out a slow breath, pressing her fingers against her temples. The silence felt different now. Not heavy, not suffocating-just empty.

Then, her phone rang.

The nflashing on the screen made her brows furrow slightly.

**Vincent.** Her divorce attorney.

She hesitated for only a moment before answering. "Vincent." "There's been a development," his voice was direct, professional. "Arnold's side wants to revise the divorce agreement. They're offering you additional properties -worth hundreds of millions of dollars." For a moment, Sarah didn't respond. She stared at the floor, her grip on the phone tightening slightly.

Hundreds of millions? She wasn't sure if she should be surprised, insulted, or indifferent. Was this Arnold's version of closure? A final settlement for their years together? "...I understand," she finally said.

Vincent paused, as if expecting her to react differently, but when she offered nothing more, he sighed. "I'll send you the details. Letknow how you want to proceed." Sarah ended the call without another word.

She sat in silence, staring at the phone in her hand, before placing it face down on the coffee table.

**This is what you wanted, isn't it?** Then why did it feel like something was pressing down on her chest? The next day, Sarah visited her grandmother again. The hospital corridors smelled of antiseptic, the cool air making the sterile environment even more impersonal. Yet, in the midst of this cold atmosphere, she found warmth in the presence of the old woman who had always cared for her.

But just as she stepped out of the car, she noticed a familiar figure standing by the parking lot.

Linda.

Dressed elegantly in a fitted coat, her arms crossed, Linda was leaning against her car, her expression unreadable as she looked straight at Sarah. Sarah's lips curled into a faint smirk.

**Why does she keep coming here when Grandma doesn't even want to see her? ** Was it stubbornness? A desperate need to prove something? Or was it all just an act? Sarah didn't spare her another glance as she walked into the hospital. She had no energy to waste on pointless exchanges.

Inside, she found her grandmother sitting up in bed, a soft smile appearing when she saw Sarah.

"You came," the old woman said, relief in her voice.

"Of course." Sarah sat beside her, gently adjusting the blanket. "How are you feeling today?" They chatted for a while, the conversation light, comforting. But in the back of Sarah's mind, something gnawed at her.

Arnold hadn't arrived yet.

And Linda was still outside.

Something told her that was no coincidence.

Just as she suspected, when Arnold finally walked in an hour later, his expression was neutral, but there was something distant about him. He didn't look like a man who had just arrived at a hospital. He looked like a man who had been somewhere else first.

Sarah didn't comment on it.

She didn't need to.

But her grandmother, ever perceptive, noticed the tension. She glanced between them before sighing. "Arnold, take Sarah to dinner." Arnold hesitated for the first time. A flicker of conflict passed over his usually unreadable face.

Before he could respond, Sarah smoothly cut in. "Don't bother. I've already made plans with a friend." Her grandmother studied her carefully before nodding. "At least see her downstairs." Arnold gave a short nod and walked with Sarah to the elevator.

Neither spoke as the doors slid open, revealing the hospital lobby. The cold night air seeped in from the glass entrance, but the chill in the atmosphere between them had nothing to do with the temperature outside.

Just as they stepped out, a familiar voice called out.

"Hey!" They both turned to see **Harrison**, his book bag slung over one shoulder, his face bright with excitement.

"You won't believe what just happened!" he said, practically ic practically m bouncing. "bsaw Linda-**my goddess!** I even got her autograph!" Sarah stiffened, her fingers curling slightly.

Arnold, however, smirked slightly, watching the boy with mild amusement.

Harrison blinked at him. "Brother, why are you so calm? Don't you know my goddess?" Arnold didn't reply, but the smirk remained.

Sarah had no patience for this conversation. The weight in her chest had returned, pressing against her ribs. She inhaled sharply, her tone colder than she intended. "I have to go." Turning on her heel, she walked straight past Arnold and out into the night, not looking back.

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