It wasn’t until the healer wheeled me out of the ward that I learned it was one of the warriors accompanying me who had brought me in for treatment. 

Meanwhile, Jackson only left behind a casually written note. “Laila got shocked by your injury and fainted. I took her home for treatment.” 

It was laughable—Laila was merely frightened, and yet he and Ragnar immediately applied for a rescue helicopter that very night to escort her back to the Ulvengard pack. 

As for me, despite carrying Jackson’s pup and being seriously injured, he didn’t care in the slightest. 

The deep despair in my heart had dulled into numbness, yet it still hurt to breathe. 

With my body in such a state, I could no longer continue the rescue work. Thankfully, it was nearly complete, so I asked the warriors to escort me back. 

On the way back, we passed by my home. In the garden, I saw my father, Mary, and Jackson holding a cake, all gathered around Laila. 

As I watched the startled birds flit across the sky outside the window, a bitter smile tugged at my lips. 

My father placed a flower crown on Laila’s head and said, “May my dearest daughter always be happy!” 

Jackson set off a sky full of fireworks, and the message spelled out, “I will forever love only Laila.” 

When Jackson saw the car, he called me and openly mocked me. “Seraphina, what kind of fit are you throwing this time? You just can’t stand us being good to Laila, can you?