NovelEnglishChapter 30: Overprotective Strategy _ 1
[Margaret’s POV]
I saw Donald frown and say rudely,
“Your men might not be enough.”
Armstrong’s expression changed, obviously thinking that the other party might be a werewolf royal.
“You came from that direction. Why didn’t you go just now?”
I could tell that Armstrong was starting to get angry. He was worried about the safety of our people.
“I was with Margaret just now. I had to get her back first,” Donald said to Armstrong.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI felt guilty, like I was a burden. If anyone else got hurt because of this, it was my fault. But I didn’t understand why Donald insisted on coming back. I could fight.
“Our people just received the news that it’s over. They can guarantee the safety of the others,” Elliot said.
Armstrong glanced between me and Elliot. His face softened a little, and he said nothing more.
“Wait, what are you talking about?” Elizabeth asked, her eyes wide.
At this point no one bothered with her. Elizabeth looked defeated, and I saw Anthony take her hand. This was a little strange, but no one noticed them except me.
“We’re going there now,” Donald said. He turned his gaze to me. “Margaret, get back to my house now. I’ll send someone to send you food. Make sure you’re safe. Don’t leave the place.”
“No, I want to be with you guys,” I protested. “I want to help too.”
“That’s impossible, Margaret. Go back,” Donald refused flatly. There was no room for discussion.
Being treated like this by Donald in front of so many people made me feel very ashamed.
“You should stay in a safe place, like Elizabeth.” Even Armstrong said that. I knew there was no way I was going with them.
“Then at least let me stay with Elizabeth.” I stepped back and looked at Donald.
“All right,” Donald said. “I’ll get the guards, but you can’t leave the camp.”
“I’ll stay here too,” Anthony said suddenly.
Donald, Armstrong, and Elliot left in a hurry. Now it was just me, Elizabeth, and Anthony.
Donald’s strategy of overprotecting me always made me feel bad. He always wanted me to stay in the house, in a place he thought was safe. But I was an adult, and I wanted to fight. I reasoned that I should use my power to protect my people. We should have talked about this.
“So, what happened?” Elizabeth asked.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe looked like she just ate. But Anthony, why was he with Elizabeth again? Didn’t he just go in when I left Armstrong’s office? I realized that I’d seen Elizabeth with Anthony too many times recently.
And just now, Armstrong didn’t say a word about caring for Elizabeth or explained things to her. Something might really have gone wrong between Armstrong and Elizabeth. What Armstrong said to me in the office this afternoon made me feel a little guilty about her when I faced Elizabeth. I didn’t want to be the bad guy who ruined their relationship.
I let myself turn my attention to the matter at hand to avoid thinking about the terrible thing Donald had to handle. I sensed my responsibility as a sister. I should calm Elizabeth down first.
“It should still be about the patrol,” I said in a deliberately light tone, not wanting Elizabeth to get too nervous. “The neighboring tribes are all not very peaceful. They would tell us when they get back.”
I wasn’t sure Elizabeth had heard the scream. It was still a long way from where Donald and I had been. If Elizabeth hadn’t heard it, I wasn’t going to tell her. I didn’t think Elizabeth could digest the terrible fact that someone from our tribe had been attacked.
The biggest battle she had ever encountered in her life was probably those girls in school who scolded and spat at each other. Real battles were too remote for her.
“Have you eaten? Do you want something to eat?” Elizabeth asked.
I didn’t have an appetite, but I didn’t want to show too much abnormality, so I followed Elizabeth inside.
The dining room was clearly set up. A white silk dishcloth lay on the table, and the glasses sparkled. Everything was in order. I looked at Elizabeth in surprise.
“Don’t make such a fuss, Margaret.” Elizabeth looked calm. “I’m Luna of the tribe, after all. And as I said, I was the one who tidied up the venue that day.”
“Uh, you did well, Elizabeth. This is perfect.”
I suddenly realized that I might not know Elizabeth as well as I thought I did. I thought she was a beautiful piece of trash who knew nothing but how to dress up. In fact, she had many redeeming qualities. Perhaps I had indeed been biased against her previously.
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