The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590: He Just Exposed Himself

[Third Person].

Breakfast the next day unfolded under a strained calm.

Everyone was already seated when the servants finished setting the table. Cutlery clinked softly, the air filled with the muted sounds of eating until Randall lifted his gaze to Meredith.

"I’ve heard," he said evenly, "that you’ve been visiting my wife these past few days." Then, with a measured nod, he added, "That is commendable of you."

Meredith felt a ripple of unease crawl up her spine. The compliment sat wrong, heavy with something she couldn’t quite name. Still, she smiled politely and inclined her head.

"Thank you, father."

Before the moment could settle, Draven set his cutlery down.

"Father, Mother has been underground for years," he said, his voice calm but firm. "It’s time she comes up. She needs fresh air and sunlight."

The temperature at the table shifted instantly.

Randall’s eyes sharpened. "And can you bear the consequences?" he asked coldly. "If she loses control? If she causes havoc and it leaks beyond these walls?"

He leaned back slightly, as if delivering a final verdict. "Your coronation is approaching. I will not have it endangered by reckless sentiment."

Draven didn’t flinch. "No rumours will fly," he replied. "And my coronation will not be ruined, no matter what Mother does. Her actions don’t have much weight on me."

Randall’s jaw tightened. "I will not allow you to ruin my reputation so carelessly."

Draven almost scoffed. His gaze locked onto his father’s.

"I thought Mother chose to live underground on her own," he said quietly. "Why are you speaking as if you locked her there?"

Under the table, Meredith’s hand slid into Draven’s and tightened it in warning, as if to say he shouldn’t continue.

Thankfully, Draven inhaled slowly and held himself back.

Silence slammed down on the table. The servants, sensing the tension, withdrew one by one.

Dennis looked between his brother and father, unease written plainly on his face. Oscar and Jeffery kept their eyes lowered, neither eating nor speaking, as though the moment might pass if they didn’t acknowledge it.

Then Draven spoke again. "These days," he said evenly, "Mother doesn’t remember anyone. Anything except Estella."

Randall’s control snapped. "Do not speak that name here."

"You should prepare to hear it often," Draven replied immediately.

Randall stared at him, livid.

Draven continued, his tone suddenly calm, almost measured. "I’ve learned you’re keeping Mother under constant watch. Let her take evening strolls with my wife. You can keep your guards at a distance if that eases your mind."

Randall’s eyes narrowed. "And what exactly are you implying?"

Draven shrugged slightly. "Nothing more than what I said."

The tension spiked again, sharp enough to cut Then Dennis pushed his chair back just enough to be noticed.

"Brother," he said first, turning to Draven, "given Mother’s history of violence and her... condition, I don’t think letting her roam freely without precautions is wise."

Then he turned to Randall. "But Father, keeping her confined for years without sunlight isn’t healthy either. No matter how she tends to explode without reason, this isn’t a solution."

Randall looked at both of his sons for a long, unreadable moment. Then he stood.

"I will not discuss this further," he said curtly. As he turned to leave, he paused just long enough to add, "Do not be late for the meeting this afternoon, Draven." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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