My Mate Has Two Wolves

Chapter 501

Third Person's POV

Blake grabbed his coat, had his assistant arrange the car, and called Leo.

Leo answered with a hint of worry in his voice, "Blake, are you saying Grandma found out? Surely she doesn't know Sunny is Olivia's daughter?"

This was exactly what Leo feared.

"Don't underestimate Richard. If he wanted to expose the truth, he'd leave no stones unturned," Blake sneered. He'd reached his breaking point with his vile uncle.

"Come pick me up. I won't drive," Leo's face paled.

Half an hour later, they rode in the same car toward the Royal Pack villa.

"Thanks for taking care of those scum for me!" Leo said.

That morning, Blake had sent Leo a video.

In it, Bianca and her gang of thugs took a brutal beating.

"No need for thanks. We're family—what's mine is yours," Blake smiled lightly.

Leo also managed a smile. "Thanks, Blake."

Blake chuckled. "Save the talk. Let's focus on dealing with Grandma."

He sighed softly, dreading the storm that awaited them.

"If Grandma learns Olivia's Sunny's mother, she'll never accept her," Leo said weakly, slumping against the seat.

"Stand your ground, and things might turn around," Blake encouraged, recalling his own struggles, now resolved with both families happy.

"Unlike you, I'm not so lucky. Olivia's the woman who killed our father..."

"She's not. She's Richard's pawn, forced to take the fall. Once we uncover the truth, Grandma might see reason," Blake insisted.

Olivia couldn't have poisoned their father—she was too cowardly.

Richard's desperation to make her confess spoke volumes.

"Even if that's true, in Grandma's eyes, Olivia's the murderer. She'll never bless our relationship," Leo said bitterly.

He'd never expected love to lead him to a dead end.

Blake sympathized deeply.

He patted Leo's shoulder. "If Grandma insists on a breakup, take a break. Wait until the truth comes out. She might come around, especially if Olivia's innocent."

"Alright. Let's see what Grandma says," Leo resigned himself to the bleak prospects, knowing forgiveness would be hard-won.

The living room was suffocatingly tense.

Abigail, seated nearby, felt the oppressive atmosphere.

She glanced at Patricia, whose ashen face and clenched cup signaled barely contained fury.

"Would you like more water?" Abigail offered, holding a kettle.

"Abigail, we've wronged you!" Patricia suddenly teared up, turning to her with a voice heavy with sorrow.

Abigail laughed gently. "Why bring that up? We've moved past the misunderstanding."

"No, we still owe you an apology," Patricia insisted. Despite her stubborn streak, she knew their family had treated Abigail unfairly.

Abigail had endured unimaginable pain after her son's death over another woman—a pain that would have broken most people.

"I've let it go. I love my life now, and I'm content being with my son," Abigail said with a smile.

"You're a truly kind-hearted woman. My son doesn't deserve you. Otherwise, our family would be truly happy," Patricia wiped her eyes, growing more despondent.

At that moment, the sound of a car approached.

Soon after, Blake and Leo entered, their tall and handsome figures exuding an air of similarity, likely due to their matching black suits.

Abigail sighed inwardly—her sons had grown into such distinguished men, a source of great joy.

"Sit down!" Patricia commanded.

Blake and Leo exchanged a glance, their imposing demeanor instantly softening as they sat beside Patricia with heads bowed.

"Granny, what's so urgent?" Blake asked.

"Hum!" Patricia's face whitened with rage. One look at them ignited her anger, and she spat out a curse.

Both men immediately hung their heads in shame.