The Luna They Never Made Room For Chapter 09

The Luna They Never Made Room For Chapter 09

The mood in the courtroom changes instantly.

Dad sits beside the plaintiff’s table with his head lowered, unable to say a word.

Tammy’s face turns pale, then red.

She raises her voice, desperately trying to defend herself.

“No matter what happened in the past, blood ties cannot be broken! Mom and Dad gave birth to her and raised her. Now that she has money, she should pay!”

I do not argue.

I simply have my lawyer submit Mom’s spending records and the family’s financial statements

from over the years.

“For years, almost all of the family’s major expenses went toward Tammy. I supported myself through school housing assistance and part-time jobs. After high school, I did not take a single dollar from my family.”

After reviewing all the evidence, the judge calls both sides together for mediation.

This time, Dad finally raises his head.

His eyes are red as he stops Tammy from continuing.

“Enough.”

His voice is quiet, but filled with exhaustion, “We owe her. We have no right to demand this from

her.”

In the end, the Werewolf Court issues its ruling.

After considering the family’s long history of favoritism, financial support, and the actual circumstances, the court orders me to provide a basic monthly living allowance.

The verdict leaves Tammy furious, but there is nothing she can do.

When I walk out of the courthouse, Dad is standing alone at the bottom of the steps, looking at me.

This time, he does not ask me to return to the pack.

He only says quietly, “In the end, we brought this upon ourselves.”

Only a few days after the verdict, I am leading new warriors through combat training at the arena

when Dad shows up again.

With countless people around us, he suddenly bends both knees and drops to the ground in front of

“Annie, please.”

His voice is almost pleading, his eyes are filled with desperation.

“Go see your mother one last time. She really can’t hold on anymore. The pack doctor says… she

only has a few days left.”

Whispers begin spreading around us, several colleagues stop to stare.

I look down at my father kneeling before me, yet my heart remains strangely calm.

The hatred and hurt I have carried for so many years have not disappeared with time.

They have simply become so numb that they can no longer stir anything inside me.

“Do you really have to come and disrupt my life?”

He looks up at me, his eyes red, and reaches out to grab my pant leg.

“Annie, please! Just this once! She really is dying…”

After a long silence, I finally speak softly, “Get up. I’ll go.”

The moment I open the hospital room door, I almost do not recognize the woman lying in the bed.

The woman who once had sharp features and reserved every ounce of patience and tenderness for Tammy is now almost unrecognizable.

Her cheeks are deeply sunken. Her limbs are thin and frail. She looks as though she can barely

breathe.

The monitor continues to beep beside her, countless tubes wrapped around her body.

Hearing the door open, she struggles to open her eyes.

The moment she sees me, her cloudy eyes begin to tremble violently.

Then large tears suddenly roll down her cheeks.

She stares at me desperately, her lips moving again and again as if she is trying to speak.

But all that comes from her throat are faint, broken sounds.

The woman who once hurled cruel words at me is now using every last bit of strength she has, yet

she cannot even form a complete sentence.

All she can do is cry. All she can do is look at me with the last of her strength.

But I still feel nothing.

Her tears cannot buy back the first half of my life, the years I spent being ignored, overlooked, and abandoned again and again.

Just then, a nurse pushes open the door.

Her voice carries a note of urgency, “Beta, I’m sorry, but if you don’t settle the outstanding balance, we’ll have to stop the medication and life monitoring.”

Dad’s face instantly turns pale.

He nervously rubs his hands together before carefully looking at me.

“Annie… could you lend Dad some money first?”

He lowers his head, his voice bitter.

“Tammy… she secretly sold our house and took all the money to invest in something. Now we don’t have a cent left, and we can’t even reach her.”

I listen quietly without surprise.

Someone who grows up being spoiled and having everyone revolve around them never learns what

enough means.

They never learn how to take responsibility for the consequences of their actions.

Maybe Tammy’s fate today has been hidden in their years of favoritism and indulgence all along.

I say nothing.

I simply turn around and pay the entire outstanding medical bill.

Before leaving, I take one final look at the woman in the hospital bed, who is still staring desperately at me.

“I’ve paid the bill, and I’ve seen you.”

I pause.

My voice remains calm, without a trace of emotion.

“That’s where this ends.”

Ignoring Dad’s pleas behind me, I turn around and leave without looking back.

Once I am inside my car, I casually open the news on my phone.

A headline immediately catches my eye:

[She-wolf Dies by Suicide After Failed Investment Leaves Her With Massive Debt.]

I stare at the screen for several seconds before closing my phone.

Leaning back in the driver’s seat, I slowly close my eyes.

When I look back on the first half of my life, there seem to be painfully few memories worth holding

onto.

The family love I once desperately begged for no longer matters to me.

I finally understand I can live a good life without them.