Chapter 127: I Never Hated You

[Margaret’s Perspective]

Elizabeth seemed to get the answer from my silence. Her shoulders slumped visibly.

“Oh no…” Elizabeth cried softly.

Should I lie to Elizabeth? Those things were in the past after all, and I had walked away from them. There was no point in pursuing anything from the past. It was more important that the people who mattered to me were happy, and that the things I cared about would go smoothly in the future.

I shook my head. “No, Elizabeth,” I said.

Some hope rekindled in Elizabeth’s eyes. She looked straight at me, her mouth still pursed, and said, “Don’t lie to me, Margaret. How can you not be sad?”

I took her hand and said to her seriously, “But I can’t hate you anyway, Elizabeth. You’re my sister. We’re family. Have you forgotten? We’ve been one since before we were born.”

Elizabeth looked a little better, but she still looked at me worriedly, waiting for me to continue.

“I was indeed very sad about this during that period of time. I was in a bad state. But I never hated you. If I did harbor hatred, it might have been toward Armstrong. After all, I really loved him.”

At this point, I watched Elizabeth’s expression carefully, afraid that this remark would upset her. However, she did not react.

“But how could I hate you? You didn’t do anything wrong. He’s just the mate that Moon Goddess arranged for you. You didn’t choose him, did you?”

I stroked Elizabeth’s hair and said, “And I don’t hate anyone now. I have Donald. This is the best thing that has happened to me in my life. Speaking of which, these fates are destined. I don’t blame you. I sincerely wish you two a good life together.”

Elizabeth’s body relaxed bit by bit with my words. Before I could finish, she hugged me.

I was stunned for a moment before patting her back to comfort her.

Then I heard Elizabeth’s slightly rapid breathing against me. Immediately, I felt my shoulders become wet. I realized that it was Elizabeth’s tears.

This realization stunned me.

“Margaret, you’re so kind!” Elizabeth sobbed. “But even if you don’t hate me, I know Armstrong hates me. I know it! He doesn’t want me to be his Mate. All he’s ever wanted is you. He doesn’t talk to me or touch me. I’m like the air in his house. I moved out because I felt too awkward.”

I didn’t know what to say. I just kept patting her back gently and running my other hand down the back of her head to touch her hair.

Elizabeth had never opened her heart to me like this. I felt Elizabeth’s body in my arms and realized that she had indeed lost a lot of weight. Her back felt like a skeleton. There was almost no flesh covering it.

I felt my heart ache. Elizabeth had always been the most favored one at home. I didn’t expect her to suffer so much with Armstrong.

I knew what Armstrong had always thought of me. I thought I had warned him. Elizabeth was good at sugarcoating things. I thought they were trying to get better together. What could I do to help Elizabeth?

I racked my brains but couldn’t think of a suitable solution.

Maybe separate them? If Armstrong wasn’t a good Mate, and Elizabeth and Anthony got along… No, the pain of rejecting a Mate wasn’t something Elizabeth could accept. I dismissed the thought from my mind.

Then we could only let them be together. Elizabeth still looked like she wanted to do that. That left us with Armstrong. How could we get him to change his mind and realize that Elizabeth was the one and only person who belonged to him? I was even beginning to regret saying too many bad things about Elizabeth to Armstrong in the past.

“Margaret…” Elizabeth’s voice sounded weak after the crying. “Can I ask you to talk to Armstrong?”

Elizabeth sat up beside me and wiped her tears. “He never listens to me properly,” she said. “But he will listen to you.”

Elizabeth pursed her lips and looked stubborn for once. “I just want to know what he thinks of me. And…”

Elizabeth turned her head to the side. Her voice became barely audible. “Would he choose to reject me?”

I felt that Elizabeth was being ridiculous for saying such a thing.

How could Armstrong refuse Elizabeth? How could a pack’s Alpha refuse to let his mate become Luna?!

I couldn’t imagine the sense of failure Elizabeth felt. What had Armstrong done to turn my sister, who had always been arrogant to the point of overbearing, into this! I would never allow anyone to do this to Elizabeth.