Chapter 242: An alpha and his beta
Casaio slowly lowered the phone after the call ended. Gabriel’s voice still echoed in his mind — the pain behind it couldn’t be ignored. ’He’s hurting... and I can feel it too,’ Casaio thought grimly.
"Why did Mom do it... and how did she even find out who Riley was?" he muttered to himself, a frown settling on his face.
But there was no time to dwell on those questions now. Confronting his mother would have to wait. First, he had more urgent matters to deal with — Zilia and Idris had to be brought back, and Estelle had been admitted to the hospital. Too much had unraveled in too little time, and it all demanded his attention.
A soft knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Your Highness, dinner has been served," a servant informed politely from the entrance of his private quarters.
"I won’t be joining," Casaio responded curtly, slipping into a long coat. Without another word, he grabbed his car keys from the table and strode out.
As he drove through the dimly lit streets toward the hospital, his thoughts remained tangled in everything that had gone wrong. The vibration of his phone snapped him back to the present.
He found the screen lit up with the name of the warrior chief stationed in Wancia.
"Yes, Sanric? Did you reach Silver Inn?" Casaio asked, eyes fixed on the road as his grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel.
"We’re inside the inn, Your Highness. And, we’ve found Miss Zilia and her brother," Sanric confirmed over the line.