Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen
Chapter 767: Venting

Chapter 767: Venting

Yarin's POV:

In the car, Lydia remained silent. Autumn tried to comfort her, but she just stayed quiet.

"There's hot cocoa in the car's thermos," the driver, Spil, said calmly. "Have some to warm up."

The chill of late winter hadn't completely faded from the March air. The car was heated, causing the windows to fog up slightly.

Though I haven't mentioned Spil much, he's been by my side all along, living with me at the Charlies' residence as my personal steward. However, he was really skilled at remaining hidden; if he didn't want to be seen, turning the house upside down wouldn't help.

Since Aunt Carolyn packed up and left for the south, Spil's appearances have become more frequent.

The car was spacious and comfortable, but Lydia sat tightly in her seat, not moving. As we waited at a traffic light, Lydia suddenly asked in a low voice, "What will happen to that policeman?"

"Corruption, bribery, dereliction of duty, and chronic absenteeism – he has a laundry list of offenses. He's been suspended," I replied. "Many of his actions not only violated police standards but were also serious criminal offenses. He's going to join the criminals he once dealt with in jail."

I hadn't fabricated crimes for him; I was surprised myself when the investigation results came out. How could someone so full of incriminating evidence stay in the police force for so long? He was like a thread sticking out of a ball of yarn; pulling on him meant we'd uncovered quite a few hidden pests within the police force. It was safe to say that the political arena would be a bloody battlefield this month.

But that was what corrupt officials deserve.

Lady Charlies had the third-floor parlor cozy and inviting, so we kids could all sleep together.

After Spil dropped us off at home, he disappeared again. When we were in our pajamas and lying in bed, a sturdy black wolf pushed open the door with its head and walked in, curling up in a corner against the wall.

"Wow, that's a really majestic wolf," Autumn said.

"This is Yarin's companion. He's called 'Blake'," Eden introduced to his girlfriend. "Don't let his size fool you; he's actually quite friendly. He's Yarin's guardian."

Eden genuinely believed he was a wolf named Blake, unaware of his relationship with Spil. Lydia stared at the black wolf for a while before asking softly, "May I pet him?"

I looked at the black wolf, which stood up and leisurely walked over to Lydia's bed, then laid down lazily.

Looking at her, I encouraged her, "He's agreed. Go ahead and pet him."

So Lydia gently stroked the fur on the black wolf's back, then looked a bit surprised and said, "It doesn't feel as soft as I thought it would. I expected his fur to be as silky as silk."

The black wolf rumbled softly and nudged her hand.

Surprisingly, this nudge made Lydia burst into tears. She hugged the black wolf, cried, and buried her face in his belly.

We were taken aback and rushed to console her, but she shook her head, saying, "I'm okay, really. I just needed to cry it out. It feels much better."

I wanted to say something more to comfort her, but Cynthia suddenly tugged at my sleeve, signaling me to follow her outside.

"We're going to get some fruits and tea," Cynthia announced.

She pulled me into the corridor, observing my puzzled expression. Suddenly, she knocked on my head.

"What's that for?" I jumped in surprise, holding my forehead and staring at her warily. This girl has become quite hands-on lately!

"We stepped out so that you wouldn't say anything more wrong," Cynthia said in a hushed voice once we were in the hallway. "Didn't you notice that Lydia is releasing her emotions? At times like this, any comforting words are ineffective. She doesn't need external consolation right now; she needs to release those internal negative emotions, unblock instead of block."

"I just feel that Lydia is really scared right now..."

"Of course she is. She's scared now because all the worries she had are resolved. She doesn't need to be anxious anymore. The fear that's been bottled up inside her is bursting out like a flood. It's a good thing to be able to cry it all out. Dr. Maskey once said that negative emotions are like stones. When they accumulate to a point where a person can't bear it, they get sick." Dr. Kari Maskey was a royal-appointed psychologist; she was said to have treated Mom and Grandma.

The servants already prepared the tea room with snacks, but we didn't immediately bring them back. After a while, Heller joined us, followed by Eden. Now it was just Autumn and Lydia alone together. Hopefully, this would help that girl feel a bit more at ease.

"This has ended, but for Lydia, forgetting this trauma is far from over..."

Cynthia muttered softly.