Chapter 505-He Thinks I Am Evil

Chapter 505: 505-He Thinks I Am Evil

Verity:

I hurried back to my room, the same guest room I had been staying in, and locked the door behind me.

I didn’t want anyone coming into my room for at least a little while.

I was seriously anxious, with a strange restlessness eating away at me.

I didn’t want to be around when the first wave of pain hit Jaguar and Theodore, when their agonized cries echoed through the mansion and they began begging me to understand what they were going through.

I didn’t want to feel their pain because it was theirs to suffer, not mine.

That was why I had been so annoyed when I realized I would have to stay here and make my decision.

But then again, wasn’t this exactly what I wanted?

I wanted to watch them suffer, so what was wrong with staying here to witness it?

Perhaps, in some twisted way, things were actually working out in my favor.

With that thought, I decided to stop worrying about it and waited for my wolf to wake up.

By now, the wolfsbane had completely faded from my body.

"So, I assume you heard everything that happened," I said to her, sitting on the couch and tapping my foot against the floor.

"In a way, it’s actually a good thing," she commented, leaving me confused.

"How? I thought you’d be upset about all this," I asked.

"Why would I be upset? That man is willingly walking into his own destruction. Why should we care?" she replied with a gentle chuckle.

"What’s going through your mind?" I asked, curious to know how we could turn this situation to our advantage.

"It’s pretty simple. We don’t even have to go out of our way anymore. Oswin is out of our lives, too. Don’t you think we’re in a pretty good position right now?"

The moment Art said that, a smile spread across my face.

"What do you think?" Art asked, seemingly wanting to see whether we were on the same page.

"Well, you’re not wrong," I admitted, rising from the couch and settling onto the bed.

I placed both hands behind me, leaning back on them to support my weight as I tilted my head toward the ceiling, stretching my neck.

"We really don’t have to worry about any of this anymore," I told her.

"Besides, who said we have to be loyal to Ragnar?"

The corners of my lips curled upward, and I could tell my wolf loved the sound of that.

"We might agree to his deal, but that doesn’t mean we have to play by his rules. Whenever I’m around Theodore and Jaguar, especially when Ragnar isn’t there, I’ll keep dropping little hints, making them believe they still have a chance with me. Just enough to fuel their jealousy and keep them burning inside."

I could already imagine how perfectly everything would fall into place.

"On one hand, we’ll be uncovering the truth about Gigi and making sure she gets punished. On the other, Ragnar’s brothers will be falling apart because of me."

With that, I pushed myself off the bed, finally ready to go outside and announce my decision.

"Well then, I’m proud of you."

My steps came to an abrupt halt when I heard those words from Art.

I hadn’t expected her to say something like that.

But instead of dwelling on it, I simply smiled, knowing that was enough to let her know how much I appreciated her being on my side.

Still, there was one thing that occasionally made me uneasy.

What if Ragnar caught on to what I was doing?

I had no idea whether he would do to me what he had done to Oswin, or something even worse.

I opened the door and stepped outside. It had only been an hour since I’d gone into my room.

I had washed my face and freshened up because I was utterly exhausted. All I wanted now was to go home and get some rest, but before that, I wanted to leave with some good news.

And by good news, I meant getting to enjoy the sight of a certain someone’s sour expression.

As I approached the living room, I noticed that everyone was still sitting exactly where I had left them.

They had ordered tea and some snacks while waiting for me to come back and announce my decision.

The moment Jenna spotted me, she sprang to her feet.

"Verity, what happened? Did you get some sleep?" she asked, nervously rubbing her hands together.

She looked even more anxious than I felt.

"No, I couldn’t sleep," I replied timidly.

Every pair of eyes immediately turned toward me.

Jaguar and Theodore looked as though their hearts might stop beating at any moment.

They were practically trembling with anticipation.

Ragnar, on the other hand, sat calmly sipping his tea.

But something about the way he was sitting caught my attention.

He looked strangely unwelcome among his own family.

Even Grandma Lucille was seated between Theodore and Jaguar, with a delicious spread of food arranged on the table before them.

She was affectionately feeding both her grandsons when I entered.

They might have been grown men, but it was still a sweet little gesture of her love for them.

Ragnar, however, was sitting all by himself.

There was nothing in front of him except a cup of tea, and he was seated so far away from everyone else that it almost seemed as though he didn’t belong there.

For some reason, the sight bothered me.

I knew Ragnar wasn’t exactly an easy person to like, so perhaps his own behavior was responsible for the distance between him and the rest of his family.

Still, it felt strange.

"How could I possibly sleep when everyone was so worried?" I added, pretending to be considerate.

As I said that, my gaze drifted toward Ragnar, and I caught him rolling his eyes.

God, he was getting on my nerves.

Fine, he’d figured out I was lying, but did he really have to roll his eyes at every little thing I said?