The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power Chapter 358: A Hypocritical Family

Cindy's POV:

Viola's red hair looked like a blazing fire, and her eyes burned crimson with fury. The barbed whip in her hand creaked under the pressure of her grip.

"That old bastard! How dare he show up here?" Viola snarled through clenched teeth. A violent gamma aura burst from her body. "Sephiria had just passed away, and instead of arranging her funeral, he comes here to play political games? I'm going to the main hall right now. I'll whip that dirty old man's face until it's torn apart!"

"Calm down, Viola." I stood up and grabbed her wrist. "This is the capital. He is a prince. If you beat him in public, you will only give him an excuse to attack the Blaze Pack. When dealing with someone like him, brute force is the lowest method."

Adam stepped forward. When he saw the dark shadows still lingering beneath my eyes, a deep look of concern flashed through his gaze.

"Cindy, you've pushed yourself hard at the monastery these past few days, and we rushed all the way back here last night. You should go rest first. I can deal with them alone." Adam reached out, trying to smooth the deep frown between my brows. "I'll send them away and won't let them dirty your eyes."

"No."

I stepped aside, avoiding his hand. My gaze was firm as steel. "I have to meet them. Since their whole family is here, there are some debts and some words that must be settled face to face. Avoiding it is not the style of the Silverpeak Pack."

I adjusted the collar of my battle robe. The Goldfang Medal, the symbol of a war hero, glimmered coldly in the dim light.

"Viola, bring your whip and come with me. Today, we are going to meet this group of demons in disguise."

The main hall of Prince Adam's Manor was warmed by the heater.

When the three of us stepped into the hall side by side, my eyes immediately fell on the family seated among the guests.

Prince Niall looked about fifty years old. Though he maintained himself well on the surface, the dark circles beneath his eyes and his unsteady steps revealed how years of indulgence in wine and women had hollowed out his body. He wore an extremely luxurious purple brocade robe, and large gemstone rings covered nearly every finger.

Sitting beside him was a young Omega dressed like a blooming flower, her body wrapped in a heavy cloud of perfume. She was naturally the mistress who had driven Sephiria to her death—Leanna.

Behind them stood three youngsters who looked timid and submissive. The thin, gaunt male Omega with shifty eyes was Sephiria's biological son, Lucien. The other two girls, dressed in splendid festival clothing for the Moon Goddess celebration, whispering and giggling, were Beatrice and Amara.

Did this look like a family that had just lost its lady? They looked more like performers arriving at a carnival.

"Oh, Adam! Cindy!"

The moment Prince Niall saw us enter, he immediately stood up. A nauseating smile that seemed to be warm and fatherly spread across his face. He even opened his arms as if preparing for an enthusiastic embrace.

"Congratulations, Adam. What a pity that I was unable to attend your wedding banquet because of matters in my territory. So I brought them to visit you first during the Moon Goddess Festival!"

Leanna also hurried to stand up. She curtsied delicately, putting on an elegant act.

Behind her, Lucien and the two daughters followed politely.

Adam stood in the center of the hall without taking another step.

He stared coldly at Niall's hypocritical face. Instead of returning the embrace, he placed both hands behind his back and stood like an unmovable glacier.

"Sit, Uncle Niall."

Adam spoke with a voice so cold it felt like ice. He didn't bother to show his respect or to offer even the slightest smile.

Prince Niall's hands froze in midair. The smile on his face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly composed himself and withdrew his arms awkwardly before sitting back down.

"Adam, you and Cindy don't look very well." Prince Niall asked with feigned concern. A calculating glint flickered in his cloudy eyes. "It's the Moon Goddess Festival. The entire city is celebrating, yet your manor feels so quiet. Have you two just returned from somewhere?"

Adam walked to the main seat and sat down, looking down at Prince Niall from above.

There was no hesitation and no polite introduction. A storm seemed to gather in his golden eyes.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he spoke coldly, "Coldmoon Monastery."