After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 85

Hearing those words stung, but I wasn’t surprised. Stefan had always been biased toward Sienna, and this time was no different. I felt a sinking feeling in my chest, a mix of anger and desperation, as I realized once again that this man was my father. The same man who had always put Sienna first, no matter the cost.

Although this man in front of me is my father, but he has never treated me as his daughter, all along I have been deceiving myself, I thought that although Stefan is indifferent to me, but this is just a way for him to express his love.

But now I had the overwhelmingly real feeling that he was very cold to me. It was as if my heart had plunged into the depths of a glacier, and I was cold and unable to move.

Tina hissed in displeasure, her yelp barely bringing me back to normal.

"Why?" I demanded, my voice trembling with frustration. "She’s dangerous! Sienna is trying to kill her own nephew—my son, Cyrus."

Stefan didn’t flinch. His expression remained cold, even as I raised my voice. "But hasn’t that happened yet?" he asked dismissively, as if the threat to my child was insignificant until something actually happened.

I could barely believe what I was hearing. My own father was so blinded by his loyalty to Sienna that he couldn’t see the danger she posed. He didn’t care about Cyrus, and he didn’t care about me. I was nothing to him compared to her.

Before I could respond, Nathan stepped forward. "Stefan, this isn’t right," he said firmly. "Even if Cyrus wasn’t physically harmed, it doesn’t change the fact that what Sienna did was serious. She needs to be punished before she makes more mistakes."

Stefan let out a mocking laugh, cutting Nathan off. "You used to love Sienna, didn’t you?" he sneered. "And now you don’t want to protect the woman you once claimed to love, all because of this divorced woman?" He gestured dismissively toward me, as if I were the problem.

Nathan’s expression hardened. "I don’t love Sienna anymore," he said quietly, his eyes meeting mine. "That’s over. But this isn’t about her or me. It’s about what she did and the danger she poses."

I wasn’t in the mood to hear Nathan’s personal confessions. None of that mattered to me right now. All I cared about was getting Sienna back where she belonged—in prison. I wasn’t going to stand by and let her threaten my son’s life again.

"I don’t care about your history with Sienna," I snapped, my patience running thin. "She’s dangerous, and she needs to be sent back to prison immediately."

Vesta listened patiently, her face full of concern. She placed a hand on my shoulder, offering me the support I so desperately needed.

"I should have believed the neighbor when he warned me about Sienna," I said, my voice full of regret. "I didn’t take it seriously, and now look what’s happened."

Vesta listened patiently, her face full of concern. She placed a hand on my shoulder, offering me the support I so desperately needed. "Grace, it’s not your fault," she said softly. "You couldn’t have known she’d go this far. But now that you do, you have to protect yourself and Cyrus."

I nodded, my mind racing with all the possible dangers that Sienna could bring once she was out of prison again. I wasn’t afraid of her for myself, but Cyrus—he was the one at risk. Sienna had already tried to harm him once, and I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to try again.

Vesta seemed to read my thoughts. "You should come stay at my place," she suggested. "It’s safer there, and I’ll be with you. We can make sure nothing happens to Cyrus."

I was about to agree when my phone rang again. It was Carlos.