Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 217

Chapter 217 The Distance Between Us

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Chapter 217 The Distance Between Us

Sebastian’s pov

I sat by my mother’s hospital bed, the antiseptic stench of the room clinging to my clothes like guilt.

The koi pond’s damp chill still lived in my bones-or maybe it was just the memory of her soaked dress, the way her hand trembled even in sleep.

She’d survived. Barely. She was stable now.

But the fear hadn’t left my chest. Not entirely.

Beta Sawyer slipped into the room.

*Cecilia just called,*his voice came over the mind-link, cutting through the static in my

head.

My shoulders dropped as I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The edges of my exhaustion retracted, just enough for relief to slip in.

Cecilia. Home. Unharmed.

A grim, quiet acknowledgment settled over me. Tang had done what I couldn’t last night. Because I wasn’t there.

“Sebastian, sweetheart…”

The voice behind me was barely more than air. I turned fast.

My mother was trying to sit up-frail, pale, and bruised like a porcelain doll that had lost a fight with gravity.

We’d stayed with her all night.

The koi pond nearly turned from aesthetic feature to obituary headline, thanks to the weight of her dress and a mess of underwater vines.

Earlier, a nurse had whispered, “She’s been having nightmares. Shock-hallucinations, maybe. We’ve given her something to help her rest. But… she needs family.”So we stayed-my father and I, pacing and praying.

“I’m here,” I said gently, stepping forward.

She blinked up at me, her face softening like spring soil after the thaw.

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“I wouldn’t have made it out last night if it weren’t for this kind young woman,” she murmured, eyes glassing over. “Beautiful soul. Generous heart. You have to help me thank her when you come home.”

My father leaned in, voice rising like a congressman mid-reelection speech.

“We’ll send her a thank-you gift basket or something. What’s her name, Regina?”

“I don’t know,” Mom snapped, waving him off. “Ask our son! I want Sebastian to come with

me.”

“I’ve barely slept,” I muttered. “And I’ve got a flight in an hour. Maybe table this until I’m back?”

She ignored the suggestion entirely.

“You could just invite her to dinner,” she said innocently-too innocently.

“One of those casual thank-you things. Homemade food. Candles. No pressure.”

I blinked.

“I think,” I said coolly, “you should focus on healing. Put the whole ‘angel-sent-from-heaven gratitude tour’ on pause.”

Her mouth dropped open like I’d kicked a kitten in front of her.

My dad shot me that classic ‘I didn’t raise you to be this emotionally constipated’ glare.

Before either could wind up a guilt-trip speech, I cut in.

“Any visitors show up,” I said, turning toward the nurse, “you send them away. No exceptions.”

I glanced at my watch.

Planes, unlike family drama, ran on schedules.

“She’ll be fine,” I told them, nodding toward the nurse. “I’ve already had my siblings rearrange their calendars. You’ll be babysat so hard you’ll beg for solitude.”

My mom huffed. My dad grumbled.

I slipped out before either could launch into Act II of the parental performance.

In the corridor, I spotted Tang half-asleep in the lounge chair, slouched like a Labrador who’d just been told it was Monday again.

I kicked his boot.

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“Up. Now.”

He jerked awake.

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Sawyer was already ahead, marching like a man who’d trademarked grim determination.

The three of us loaded into the SUV without a word.

I leaned back, closed my eyes, and pressed my fingers against my brow.

Then I dialed Cecilia.

She picked up on the second ring.

“Boss,” she said in that maddeningly professional tone. “Instructions?”

I opened my eyes.

Something about her voice-it was smooth, too smooth. Like polished glass hiding a c***k.

“Go to the penthouse,” I said quietly. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Understood.”

She didn’t hang up. But she didn’t say anything else either.

“Cece?” I asked.

She cut me off with surgical sweetness.

“Well, it sounds like you’re safe and settled, Alpha. I’ll let you go.”

Click.

Hung up like I’d just been pitched a timeshare in the middle of a crisis call.

I stared down at the phone like it might give me a do-over option.

Like maybe, if I pressed hard enough, the universe would roll back ten hours and let me choose differently.

That tone. That edge.

She was furious.

And I couldn’t even blame her.

“Last night… when you brought them back,” I said suddenly, eyes fixed on Tang. “Did she say

anything?”

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He rubbed the back of his neck, shifting like a kid caught sneaking a cigarette behind the

gym.

“Uhh… not really? She thanked me. Politely!”

“Politely.”

Goddamn it. That’s worse.

“Yeah,” he said, too brightly. “She was really calm, actually. Said I handled things well…”

I wasn’t buying it.

Sawyer leaned over from the passenger seat and swiped Tang’s phone like an annoyed older

brother.

“He’s lying. Spent half the ride hyperventilating. Tell the truth.”

Tang groaned and slouched in his seat like a teenager cornered by both parents at once.

“Okay, fine. I didn’t find them. By the time I got back, they’d already left. I just assumed they got home safe on their own. I sent her a bunch of apology texts. She forgave me! I swear!”

He hurriedly unlocked his phone and angled the screen toward me.

I didn’t read the messages.

Just one glance at the time stamp-and my stomach dropped.

That time.

That exact minute.

I pulled out my own phone, hands suddenly clammy, and opened my call log.

There it was.

My mother’s call.

The koi pond incident.

Same minute.

Same second.

Two emergencies. One second. A fork in the road.

Cecilia

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I’d just made it upstairs when Liam met me at the elevator with his usual worried eyes and a napkin-wrapped scone.

“Did you eat already?”

“I’m fine. Thanks,” I said, mustering the kind of polite tone you reserve for overly attentive baristas when your world’s on fire.

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