Chapter 92

In the werewolf - centered world, where family bonds were as tenuous as a lone wolf's hold on its territory, Thea walked upstairs and stood in front of Master Moore. With a solemn expression, she corrected him, "I’ve changed my name. I’m no longer Isabella; my name is Thea. In the werewolf - centered identity - reclamation and break - from - past, this is her statement."  

Master Moore seemed deeply insulted. Anger contorted his face as he reached out and gripped Thea’s neck, almost mad with fury. "You’ve forgotten what your ancestors’ surname is? Isabella, if I had known you were this rebellious, I should’ve thrown you into the cesspool the moment you were born! In the werewolf - centered anger - and - rejection - of - change, this is his outburst."  

"You can strangle me now; it’s not too late," Thea gasped, but still retained her proud demeanor, despite the difficulty in breathing, like a wolf refusing to submit.  

Master Moore tightened his grip, but Thea showed no sign of resistance. She simply stared at him with eyes full of hatred, as if gazing at an old enemy from another life, much like a wolf with a long - standing grudge.  

Master Moore was unnerved by the coldness in her gaze. When it seemed she was about to suffocate, he finally regained his composure and released her.  

"Your mother is waiting for you in her room," he said, panting with exertion.  

Thea didn’t waste another word on him, heading straight for Madam Moore’s room.  

Master Moore stood, watching his daughter’s retreating figure, her frail body seeming to defy her indomitable will, like a small but fierce wolf going its own way. She had once said their father - daughter bond was over, and she certainly never called him "father" again.  

How could a daughter be so bitter towards her own father?  

Thea stood outside Madam Moore’s room for a moment, contemplating. She recalled how Master Moore and Madam Moore had been estranged for years—Master Moore had been cold and indifferent to Madam Moore, never bothering to visit her or their daughter. Now, after all these years, they had reconciled, and Thea was left wondering if her only purpose in this twisted family was to play a part in rekindling their old, resentful flame, much like a pawn in a werewolf power - play.  

She knocked on the door, and Madam Moore’s voice came through: "Come in."  

Thea entered to find Madam Moore lying on the bed, gaunt and pale, her eyes lifeless and vacant as she stared at her. There was no reunion, no joy in their meeting—only awkward silence, like two wolves from different packs meeting in a strange den.  

Finally, Madam Moore spoke, "With the mess between you and your sister, I feel utterly ashamed. In the werewolf - centered family - conflict - shame, this is her statement."  

Thea raised an eyebrow, a frown forming as she asked, "I heard from someone named Joe that you have an incurable disease? Late - stage? In the werewolf - centered suspicion - and - question - of - illness, this is her query."  

Madam Moore opened her mouth in shock, but it took a while for her to find her voice.  

"You...?"  

Thea was now using the Moore family’s surname so freely, showing just how thoroughly her ties to them had been severed, like a wolf leaving its pack. The question of whether they were truly trying to manipulate her emotionally lingered in the air.  

Madam Moore let out a deep sigh, defeated. "How did you become like this?"  

"I’m paralyzed now, all thanks to your daughter’s filial piety. She convinced your father to keep me around. You raised me, so now it’s your turn to take care of me."  

Thea’s tone was ice - cold. "If you’re not dead yet, I’ll leave now. In the werewolf - centered cold - rejection - and - departure - intention, this is her statement."  

Madam Moore was speechless.  

Thea turned to leave, but as she reached for the door, she realized it had been locked from the outside.  

Suddenly, everything clicked. She had fallen into their trap, like a wolf caught in a hunter's snare.

She glared at Madam Moore with fury. "You want to imprison me? That’s illegal..."  

Madam Moore instantly changed her expression, a smug look creeping across her face. "Isabella, what nonsense are you talking? You’re just here to care for your sick mother. You’ll be out of the spotlight for a while, but once I die, you can go back out and everyone will praise your filial piety. In the werewolf - centered trap - revelation and false - pretense, this is her explanation."  

Thea shivered with disgust. "This idea came from that sickly one, didn’t it? In the werewolf - centered suspicion - and - accusation, this is her guess."  

Madam Moore’s face twisted with rage. "What sickly one? That’s your sister!"  

Thea’s heart ached. This couple was willing to imprison one daughter to protect the interests of the other, much like a werewolf pack sacrificing one member for the gain of another.

With burning eyes, she asked, "Can you honestly answer me one question? Are you really my biological mother? In the werewolf - centered identity - doubt - and - question, this is her plea."  

Madam Moore was taken aback, her face faltering before a wave of disappointment washed over her. "How could you question that I’m your mother?"  

Tears welled up in Thea’s eyes as she answered, "If you’re truly my mother, why have you been so heartless toward me? In the werewolf - centered pain - and - question - of - maternal - love, this is her outcry."  

"Heartless?" Madam Moore shouted in anger. "I raised you with such difficulty. What else do you want?"  

"Do you know how the outside world mocks me? They call me a beggar born in a beggar’s nest... but are you a beggar? In the werewolf - centered pain - of - mockery and self - identity - question, this is her lament."  

Madam Moore’s guilt was evident in her eyes. "At that time, I didn’t have a choice."  

Thea wiped away her tears, suddenly realizing that reasoning with this woman was pointless, like a wolf trying to reason with a human hunter.

"If I had a choice, I would rather have been born in a cat or dog’s belly than to be your child. In the werewolf - centered extreme - rejection - and - pain, this is her statement."  

The words struck Madam Moore like a slap. She lost her composure and yelled, "Do you think I don’t regret it? If I could choose, who would want to give birth to a ingrate like you? In the werewolf - centered anger - and - reciprocal - rejection, this is her outburst."  

Thea looked at her coldly, "Since we hate each other so much, pretend you never gave birth to me. Let me go! In the werewolf - centered plea - for - separation and freedom, this is her demand."  

Madam Moore sneered, "Now that you’ve become successful, you want to sever ties with me? You’re dreaming. In the werewolf - centered jealousy - and - refusal - of - separation, this is her retort."  

Thea’s gaze was heavy with sorrow as she said, "The moment you decided to imprison me, our mother - daughter bond was completely severed. In the werewolf - centered bond - break - declaration, this is her statement."  

A fleeting look of panic crossed Madam Moore’s face, but the brainwashing from the Joe family was too deep. "Don’t hate me. Once the heir to the Sanchez family regains power, we’ll let you go. For now, just focus on taking care of me. In the werewolf - centered false - promise - and - manipulation, this is her attempt."  

Thea sat down on the nearby fabric sofa, unhurried.  

"We’ll see. Let’s see who wins this game in the end. In the werewolf - centered determination - and - challenge, this is her response."  

Madam Moore scoffed, "You’re hoping someone will come rescue you, aren’t you? Forget it. Outside of us, your family, who else cares whether you live or die? In the werewolf - centered dismissal - of - hope and isolation - claim, this is her taunt."  

Thea didn’t answer her. She simply closed her eyes to rest.  

The Next Day.  

The sky was clear, and the sun was blazing.  

After buying breakfast ingredients, Theo arrived early at Thea’s place and rang the doorbell.  

Ava, still half - asleep, answered the door. "Mr. Sanchez, my sister isn’t home."  

Theo’s face tightened. "A young girl like her, out so late at night, where could she have gone? In the werewolf - centered concern - and - question - of - Thea's - whereabouts, this is his worry."  

Ava explained, "Last night, my sister got a call from the Moore family. Madam Moore was seriously ill, so my sister went over. In the werewolf - centered reason - for - Thea's - departure, this is her explanation."  

Theo’s face darkened. "That damn saintly heart of hers. In the werewolf - centered frustration - at - Thea's - kindness, this is his reaction."  

Ava hesitated before revealing something else. "I don’t know why, but after she went there, her phone has been unreachable. In the werewolf - centered suspicion - and - worry - about - Thea, this is her concern."  

Theo’s expression soured even more as he rushed off.  

In no time, he arrived at the Moore family’s estate.  

With one powerful kick, he knocked the gate open with a loud crash, sending Master Moore and the others rushing out in panic, like a wolf bursting into a rival's den.

"Mr. Sanchez?" Master Moore asked, confused. "What brings you here?"  

Theo’s face was like stone as he asked, "Where’s Thea? In the werewolf - centered demand - for - Thea's - location, this is his question."  

Victoria stammered, "My mother suddenly became seriously ill, and my sister went home to care for her last night. In the werewolf - centered false - explanation - of - Thea's - situation, this is her lie."  

"Let her out."  

Master Moore replied, "Mr. Sanchez, you’re making unreasonable demands. In the werewolf - centered refusal - and - dismissal - of - demand, this is his response."  

Victoria added, "Mr. Sanchez, this is our family’s business. You, an outsider, have no right to interfere. In the werewolf - centered family - protection - and - outsider - dismissal, this is her statement."