30 Days to Freedom: Abandoned Luna is Secret Shadow King novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Theodore Gone Mad

Chapter 95: Theodore Gone Mad

(Eleonora’s POV)

Caleb and I peered through the transparent glass window of the infirmary room. My heart nearly stopped.

Theodore was sitting up in bed, his eyes wild and unfocused. All the monitoring equipment had been torn from his body, wires dangling uselessly. The white bandages around his abdomen were already soaked crimson with fresh blood.

“Theodore, don’t!” I cried out as we rushed into the ward.

He threw off the covers with violent determination, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. The she–wolf who looked like Olivia had been knocked to the floor during his struggle. She scrambled up and approached him cautiously.

“You are not my mate!” Theodore roared, his voice filled with absolute conviction. “Don’t even think about replacing her!

Get out!”

The she–wolf flinched back, tears streaming down her face.

Theodore’s breathing was ragged as he continued. “My mate knows my abdomen is injured. Even if I pulled her, she

wouldn’t fall on me. She would be afraid of hurting me…”

The thought of his real mate fueled his desperate struggle against our restraining hands. “I need to find Livvy!”

His surgical wound burst open completely, spilling more blood across the white sheets. But he seemed oblivious to the

pain, driven by something beyond physical sensation.

“Get the healers!” Caleb shouted.

Medic Anya and two nurses rushed in with another dose of moonlight herb anesthetic. It took all of us to hold Theodore

down as they administered the injection.

His struggles gradually weakened until he finally collapsed back onto the blood–soaked mattress.

When Theodore woke again hours later, his eyes were completely empty. The fire that had burned so desperately before

was gone, replaced by a hollow void that terrified me more than his rage.

Caleb leaned forward, trying to reach him. “Theodore, you need to face reality. Olivia abandoned you. She handed the

Crimson Pack over to your father, your hated rival Kaelen.”

Theodore’s gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, but I saw something flicker in his expression.

“She doesn’t care about you anymore,” Caleb pressed. “She’s probably laughing at your pathetic state right now.”

“Livvy deserves all the best,” Theodore choked out, his voice thick with emotion. “And you… you’re not even worthy of

mentioning her name.”

Caleb fell silent, stunned by the quiet conviction in Theodore’s words.

I knew that only thoughts of Olivia could move him now. I played my final card, the one piece of information that might break through his despair.

“Kaelen is going to tear down the Redgrave Ancestral Hall,” I said, my voice trembling with calculated urgency.

Theodore’s empty eyes didn’t change.

“He’s going to destroy the blooming moonflowers in the backyard,” I continued. “You know those were Lyra’s favorite flowers, the ones Livvy personally cultivated with her own heart and soul.”

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The words struck like lightning. A fire ignited in Theodore’s vacant eyes, burning away the emptiness.

He had no strength to move, but he finally spoke with purpose. “I’m hungry.”

Half a month later, Theodore stood outside the Redgrave Estate, his gaze drawn to the cliff where Olivia had last stood. The memory of her fainting in the hall after overhearing my conversation tortured him daily.

Inside the estate grounds, his worst fears were being realized. A yellow bulldozer was tearing into the moonflower garden, its metal teeth ripping through the delicate blooms that Olivia had tended with such care.

In a flash of fury, Theodore ripped the driver from the vehicle’s seat. The man tumbled to the ground with a startled cry.

Theodore took the controls himself, but instead of continuing the destruction, he gently used the machine to replace the uprooted earth. Then he abandoned the bulldozer and knelt among the damaged flowers.

His hands moved with infinite tenderness as he tried to save each bloom. His mind flooded with images of Olivia’s happy face as she had worked in this very garden, her laughter echoing in the morning sunlight.

“You pathetic fool.”

Theodore looked up to see his father, Kaelen, approaching with cold disgust written across his features.

“You good–for–nothing!” Kaelen spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

He kicked a moonflower from Theodore’s hand, the delicate petals scattering in the wind.

Something inside Theodore snapped completely.

He launched himself at his father with inhuman speed, slamming Kaelen’s face into the mud with brutal force. His hands wrapped around his father’s throat as he pressed down with cold, methodical pressure.

“Theodore, stop!” Anya screamed in terror, rushing toward them.

But Theodore’s eyes were like black holes, containing nothing but the image of the destroyed flowers. He pressed harder, watching his father’s face turn purple.

Kaelen clawed desperately at Theodore’s hands, his legs kicking uselessly in the dirt.

“I’ll fix it!” Anya pleaded frantically. “I’ll fix the garden for you, just let him go!”

In her haste to reach for a damaged moonflower, she accidentally crushed a petal between her fingers.

The small act of carelessness sent a fresh wave of rage through Theodore. He tossed Kaelen aside like a broken doll and returned to the flower, cradling it with shaking hands.

Kaelen climbed to his feet, seething with humiliation and rage. His face was covered in mud, his expensive suit ruined.

Without warning, he climbed into the bulldozer and started the engine. The massive machine roared to life as he drove it straight at his son’s head.

At that same moment, miles away in the European Territory, a five–months–pregnant Olivia stood in a garden filled with lush, blooming moonflowers. Her face was serene as she gently caressed her rounded stomach.

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