Chapter 145

Yolanda’s POV
Nathan and I returned to the grand Harrisford estate with Vance in tow, the silence inside the mansion feeling suffocatingly heavy.
The moment we had stepped out of the wedding hall, distant relatives, pack elders, and close family friends had bombarded us with nonstop phone calls and messages, desperate to know what on earth had gone horribly wrong at the altar today. We had publicly announced the formal union of our son, only for it to morph into a scandalous spectacle involving our adopted daughter! No matter how hard we tried to construct a polite, dignified explanation to save face, the words completely stuck in our throats. All we could do was swallow our immense frustration and stomach the humiliating gossip tearing through high society.