The Abandoned Luna's Journey to Power Chapter 361: Get Out

Cindy's POV:

"V-Viola Silva?!"

The moment that name was spoken, not only did Leanna's mouth fall open in shock, even Prince Niall's carefully composed face finally cracked.

His cloudy eyes locked onto the red-haired warrior standing before him, a woman both heroic and furious.

He had probably never imagined—not even in his wildest dreams—that the proud daughter of the Blaze Pack, the woman he had been scheming to marry in order to gain the support of her powerful pack, would appear in front of him like this. Not only that, she had witnessed the ugliest side of him with her own eyes.

A flash of extreme shock and regret crossed Prince Niall's face. But soon the thin layer of pretense was torn away, replaced by the dark and vicious look of someone whose scheme had been exposed.

"What's wrong, you old pervert? Cat got your tongue?" Viola continued her mockery mercilessly. "You drive your bonded mate to death, yet you still have the nerve to run all the way to the south pretending to be some devoted lover? Why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror? Even if I were blind, even if my only option were a stray dog on the street, I would never step into your castle. Just letting someone like you look at me makes me sick."

Leanna was completely stunned.

She looked at Viola, then turned to Prince Niall, whose face had turned as dark as iron. Her expression also began to crumble.

The atmosphere in the main hall dropped to an icy chill.

I watched this ridiculous family coldly.

Lucien was still kneeling on the ground, crying his heart out. But the others were another story. Prince Niall was calculating gains and losses in his head. Leanna was struggling between jealousy and fear. As for the two daughters dressed in flashy, elaborate clothes, they could not even squeeze out a single tear.

"Go on, Cry!" I pointed at Beatrice and Amara, my voice filled with anger. "Aren't you her daughters? Your mother is dead. She died so miserably, and you can't even shed a single tear for her?"

The younger daughter, Amara, had clearly been spoiled all her life. Although she was frightened by the pressure in my voice, she still lifted her chin and argued stubbornly. "T-today is the Moon Goddess Festival! It's a major celebration! According to tradition, people aren't supposed to cry during the festival, or else it brings bad luck! W-we are just following the rules..."

"Rules? Bad luck?"

I almost laughed from sheer disbelief at such cold logic. I slammed my palm onto the table beside me, and the solid wooden table shattered into pieces instantly.

"Your mother died a miserable death far from home, and you dare talk to me about festival rules? In the eyes of heartless beasts like you, are these ridiculous traditions more important than the blood bond of the woman who gave you life?"

I pointed toward the door, my voice echoing through the hall like thunder. "Today I have truly seen what it means to be heartless and ungrateful. Take your disgusting hypocrisy and get out!"

"Cindy, don't go too far!" Prince Niall finally showed his true colors. He stood up, releasing the oppressive aura of a royal Alpha in an attempt to recover the last bit of his dignity. "You're nothing more than a duchess who gained her title because of your ancestors' merits, yet you dare insult a prince like this! Adam, are you allowing your woman to behave with such disrespect toward her elders? Just because your ancestors achieved great merit, do you now think you can look down on your uncle?"

Adam, who had been sitting silently in the seat of honor and watching everything unfold, finally rose to his feet.

He did not release any aura at all. Yet simply standing there, the commanding presence he had forged through countless battles was enough to make Prince Niall feel threatened.

"Uncle Niall." Adam's voice was cold and firm, without a trace of warmth. "Cindy's my wife. Her words represent my position as well. We aren't talking about pride or merit here. We are talking about what is right."

Adam gestured toward the snowstorm raging outside the doors. "According to proper etiquette, the first thing you should do after returning to the capital is visit Stillwater Palace to pay respects to Grandma, and then go to the royal palace to greet my father. Not bringing a pile of gifts to my manor, pretending to play the role of a caring uncle.

"Now that your bonded mate has passed away, what you and your children should be doing is returning to your own territory as quickly as possible to arrange the funeral for that poor woman. Not standing here in fancy clothes, preparing to attend some ridiculous royal banquet.

"Get out."