The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1770

“No, everything is fine!” Nora reassured me quickly.

“Abby’s a dream child.

She eats and sleeps without a fuss.

Don’t worry a bit.

”

Relief washed over me.

“Thank you,” I said with a smile.

“You’re the reason she’s doing well.

You’ve been wonderful.

”

“You’ve been incredibly kind and helpful to me.

Taking care of Abby is the least I can do.

I won’t let you down,” Nora replied earnestly.

Touched by her sincerity, I offered, “With you caring for Abby, I have complete peace of mind.

Truly, don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.

”

I mentioned that because something felt off about Nora.

Her initial reaction when I returned struck me as odd.

Perhaps, if not for Abby, she faced a problem-something she was too embarrassed or hesitant to bring up.

However, Nora simply shook her head, muttering, “I’m alright…”

My curiosity piqued and I couldn’t help but ask, “What is it you want to say?”

A kaleidoscope of emotions flickered across Nora’s face.

Sensing her internal struggle, I remained patient, giving her time to gather her thoughts.

After a tense five minutes, Nora furrowed her brow.

“I overheard you went to Veronica’s manor today.

You mentioned something unexpected happening.

Did you get hurt? Are you alright?”

Her question, after all that deliberation, left me surprised and confused.

“Why do you ask?”

Once again, Nora seemed conflicted.

She clearly wanted to speak her mind but kept hesitating.

Sighing heavily, she said, “Never mind.

Just be cautious around her and her circle.

Abby’s young, and she needs her mother’s love and protection.

”

While her sincerity was evident, her words caused a frown to form on my face.

“Are you worried Shirley might harm me because I’m Andrew’s fiancee?” I asked.

Nora avoided my gaze, a flicker of embarrassment crossing her face.

Confused by her words and demeanor, I pressed further.

“Explain what you mean.

What are you trying to warn me about?”

Nora’s struggle was clear.

In a hushed tone, she said, “It’s better you don’t know.

Knowing too much won’t help you; it might even endanger you…”

Frustration tugged at me, but I maintained my patience.

“I understand you care, but to protect myself, I need to know the truth, right?”

My words seemed to sway her.

After a long pause, she confessed, “Maybe I’m overthinking, but I’m genuinely worried.

”

I listened quietly.

“When I was young, Veronica orchestrated a brutal massacre of mixed-blood witches.

Many died.

And you happen to be mixed-blood.

I’m afraid Veronica might use that against you.

”