Is This A Joke? My Whole Pack Betrayed Me On The Day I Became Luna Chapter 06

Is This A Joke? My Whole Pack Betrayed Me On The Day I Became Luna Chapter 06

When Damon returned to Vesper’s room, his eyes 

were bloodshot. 

Vesper saw him and immediately teared up. 

“Damon, is Celine still refusing to forgive me?” 

“When I’m discharged, I’ll get on my knees and apologize to her.” 

In the past, that had always worked. 

But this time, Damon placed his phone in front of 

her. 

“You said Celine leaked our private messages to 

gossip accounts. Where’s your proof?” 

Vesper’s crying paused for half a second. 

“Those accounts deleted everything. I don’t know 

how to prove it.” 

“But besides her, who else hates me that much?” 

My mother instinctively wanted to defend her, but my father suddenly held her back. 

Damon didn’t argue. He made one phone call: 

“Contact PackNet and pull the backend records of 

those gossip accounts.” 

Within two hours, the backend records were 

retrieved. 

The device used to create the earliest gossip 

account was the same one Vesper used to run her 

own PackNet account. 

Who had transferred money to the gossip 

accounts? Her longtime assistant. 

The platform also recovered a piece of raw 

footage she’d deleted. 

There was no video, but the audio clearly captured 

her conversation with her assistant. 

“Buy a bunch of paid accounts. Make the 

comments as vicious as possible.” 

“Once it blows up, I’ll say Celine did it.” 

“The more she tries to explain, the more guilty 

she’ll look.” 

The room was so quiet you could only hear the 

beeping of the machines. 

The color drained from Vesper’s face. 

“It’s not true.” 

“I just… wasn’t thinking clearly…” 

Damon didn’t look at her. He pulled up the hospital 

corridor surveillance. 

The footage showed Vesper opening her eyes after everyone left the room, smiling at me. 

She grabbed my hand and pulled at her IV tubes. 

Then my father stormed in. Without asking a single question, he shoved me to the ground. 

My mother stared at herself on the screen. 

I had fallen on the ground, reaching out to her for 

help. 

But she had her back to me, holding Vesper, repeating over and over, “Don’t be afraid, Mom’s 

here.” 

She said “Mom” to Vesper so naturally. 

But she never left that word for her real daughter. 

My mother covered her mouth and finally broke 

down crying. 

My father stared at the hand that had pushed me. 

Then he raised his palm and slapped himself, over 

and over. 

“It was me.” 

“I killed my own grandchild…” 

Vesper frantically pulled the surveillance page 

down. 

“Mr. Arden, Mrs. Arden, I was just so scared of 

losing you.” 

“Celine had everything growing up. My parents 

were never around. I just wanted a pack that truly 

belonged to me.” 

Even now, she was still making excuses. 

Damon finally looked up at her. 

“Without Celine, you would never have known us.” 

“She was the one who brought you to our Pack 

House because she was afraid you’d spend your 

birthday alone.” 

“She was the one who spoke up for you, over and 

over, until everyone started treating your malice as 

a joke.” 

His voice was hoarse by the end. 

“You used her kindness.” 

“And we–we were the ones who handed you the 

knife.”