Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 102: The Ugly Truth

If Priscilla’s husband really was involved in her suffering, then Charlotte finally understood why Priscilla had acted so terribly toward her back then.

Maybe it wasn’t Priscilla who spoiled her son too much, but her husband who had influenced everything from the shadows.

Charlotte didn’t know all the details yet, so she couldn’t make a firm judgment, but at the very least, she could finally see the bigger picture. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

She reached out, gently running her fingers along Damon’s arm. "So, what will you do now?" she asked softly.

The quiet sound of the water gently rippling in the tub was the only sound in the room.

Damon’s eyes closed for a second, and Charlotte could tell he was holding back a lot more than just words. He was holding back anger, frustration, and the deep ache of watching his family suffer.

"I need the Nocturnal Order’s help," he finally said, his voice low but steady.

This was no longer something he could handle alone.

His family was getting hurt. The situation was slipping further and further out of control.

Damon wasn’t the type to ask for help easily, but this time, he wasn’t going to let pride get in the way.

"You want to report it to the councils?" Charlotte asked, carefully watching him.

Damon shook his head. "No. Not them. I’ll go to the Elder of Hamary Country. He has the power to involve the elders of other countries too. That way, no matter where Julian and his allies try to run, they’ll be watched."

Charlotte leaned in a little closer, gently wiping the water droplets from Damon’s face with her fingertips.

"Can I come with you?" she asked softly.

Every time there was a fight, she ended up on the sidelines, watching, helpless. It frustrated her more than she could admit. She might not be able to fight like the others, but at least she wanted to stand beside Damon when it came to matters of the pack.

Besides, she still had a few days off before she needed to return to filming. Sitting around the manor, worrying, would only make things worse.

Damon’s gaze softened, though his voice was careful. "It might be boring," he warned. His eyes drifted slightly to her lips. "You might not enjoy it."

Charlotte chuckled, shaking her head. "I won’t be bored, not if I’m with you. To be honest, I’d be more restless if you weren’t by my side."

Her words weren’t meant to flatter him, they were just the simple, honest truth. And somehow, they were exactly what Damon needed to hear.

"Alright," Damon said with a small smile. "Let’s go together. But just so you know, if you get bored, I’m not letting you go home early."

Charlotte laughed softly, leaning closer until their foreheads touched. Without needing another word, Damon tilted his head and kissed her.

The kiss was gentle and warm, filled with the quiet comfort of each other’s presence, as if they were both silently promising that no matter how messy things got, they would face it together.

When they finally pulled apart, Charlotte helped him dry his clean body and helped him put on fresh clothes.

• • •

Around thirty minutes later, they made their way to the room where Priscilla was being treated. When they entered, Charlotte noticed Carmen sitting by the bedside, quietly watching over her daughter.

Priscilla was awake, her eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

No matter how many times Carmen spoke to her, Priscilla didn’t respond at all, as if her ears had gone deaf and her lips refused to move.

There were no screams, no anger, no tears. Priscilla just lay there in silence, unmoving, as if her mind hadn’t caught up to reality yet.

Louis looked up at them, whispering. "Her physical condition is stable," he said. "But ... mentally? She’s not there yet."

He glanced back at Priscilla with worried eyes. "She hasn’t said a word since she woke up."

Diana, who had been watching her sister from a distance, remained silent.

Charlotte noticed the sorrow in Diana’s eyes, the kind of sorrow that came from deep regret.

Maybe Diana wished she had reached out more often, that she hadn’t let the distance between their lives grow so wide.

Maybe she blamed herself for not protecting Priscilla, even though she was one of the strongest hunters they had.

But no matter how many regrets she carried, no one could turn back time and somehow, everyone in the room understood that. No one tried to offer comforting words or tell her it wasn’t her fault.

Right now, what Carmen and Diana needed wasn’t advice. It wasn’t comfort.

The one they needed the most was simply space, space to process the pain on their own.

"Let’s talk outside," Damon said gently, nodding to Louis and the others.

Before they could step out, Mona quietly approached Carmen, kneeling beside her with care. "If you need anything, I’ll be right outside," she said softly, as if afraid to disturb the silence in the room.

Carmen didn’t answer with words. She just gave a small nod, but for Mona, that small gesture was enough.

Once they stepped outside, Damon finally told Louis and Mona about what he had discovered in the hideout, about the strong possibility that Priscilla’s husband was involved in everything.

"Diana doesn’t know about this yet," Damon said. "She was busy fighting the werewolves outside the room back then." He continued, "I’ve already asked Theodore to gather information about the watch and take it to the forensics team to check for fingerprints."

Since the design of the watch looked very exclusive, possibly even one of the limited edition products, there should be records of the people who had purchased it.

Mona’s eyes darkened. "That bastard," she muttered under her breath. "I always knew there was something off about him. I just didn’t think he was this rotten."

Louis crossed his arms, gritting his teeth. "So that’s why we haven’t been able to find him, huh?" He looked at Damon. "He’s probably been hiding ever since this mess started."

Damon nodded. "Most likely. And if he’s involved as deeply as it looks, he probably knew things would eventually fall apart."

Mona paced the hallway, her arms tight across her chest. "I can’t believe he let this happen to his own wife."

Louis said, "We might need to report his actions to the Suncreast Council. How the hell is he still serving as governor when he’s hiding something this ugly?"

"No, there’s no need," Damon replied calmly. "I’ll report this matter directly to the Elder of Hamary tomorrow."

Louis frowned. "You trust the Elder to handle this?"

"I do," Damon replied without hesitation. "The Elder has more power than the Suncreast Council. If this really involves a government official abusing his position, it needs to be handled quietly but thoroughly."

Mona crossed her arms. "So you’re planning to let the Elder alert the councils in the background?"

"Exactly," Damon confirmed. "If we make this too public too fast, Julian and his father might panic and cover their tracks. We need to corner them without them knowing."

Louis sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fine. As long as this ends with them getting what they deserve."

Damon’s eyes darkened slightly. "They will."

The next morning, as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, Damon and Charlotte boarded a helicopter bound for the capital of Hamary.

The ride was quiet at first, with only the steady hum of the helicopter blades filling the air. Charlotte sat beside Damon, staring out of the window as the forests and rivers of their territory passed beneath them.

Damon, on the other hand, was reviewing some documents that Theodore had handed him before they left, reports from the forensics team and background information related to Priscilla’s husband.

"How did the forensics go?" Charlotte asked.

Damon shook his head. "Since Ronan is an important member of the Nocturnal Order, we need more time to access his fingerprints. Maybe three or four more days if we want to do it discreetly."

The forensics team could easily access his fingerprints in just one day, but doing so would likely trigger an alert to Ronan. They had to proceed carefully, especially since they didn’t have solid evidence yet to confirm that Ronan Warren was truly involved in this mess.

"And his political career... well," Damon sighed. "I figured someone like him might’ve pulled some dirty tricks to climb high in the human government, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad."

Charlotte read the documents with him, her eyes widening as she saw how far Ronan had gone.

Ronan had done countless questionable things just to win the favor of influential politicians.

He had sabotaged rivals by spreading false rumors, destroying their reputations until they lost public trust.

He had bribed key officials, manipulated votes, and even exploited loopholes in human laws to secure positions for his allies. The list went on, each offense more disgusting than the last.

Charlotte’s hands trembled slightly as she flipped through the pages. "How did no one notice this until now?" she whispered, horrified.

Damon’s jaw tightened. "Because he’s careful. He never leaves a clear trail. And those who might have suspected probably chose to turn a blind eye, afraid of the consequences or tempted by the benefits."