Third person's POV
Phoebe was gagged, and she stared at Derek with wide eyes.
Obviously, she found it hard to believe. After all, she was an elder!
"Phoebe!" Ambrose quickly pulled the towel out of her mouth.
Phoebe instinctively was about to continue crying, yet Derek's cold gaze silenced her at once. She then pointed at Zander on the ground and said, "Save Zander first."
Ambrose knew that it was not the time to argue with Derek. Zander's life was the most important.
"Alright. Stop crying."
He let go of her and walked towards Rolf. "Let go of Zander."
His aura was powerful indeed, but Rolf didn't work for him. Of course, Rolf wouldn't obey his orders.
Besides, Rolf knew exactly what Ambrose had done when Derek was little and was infuriated. He had to restrain himself so hard as not to punch Ambrose in the face. So, he ignored Ambrose's order.
Ignored, Ambrose was once again humiliated, and he pulled a long face. "I said let go. Are you deaf?"
Rolf dug his ear and looked at Ambrose with a smirk on his face. "Can't do it without Alpha Derek's command."
"You're gonna pay!" Looking fierce, Ambrose raised his hand and was about to slap Rolf across the face.
Rolf wouldn't let him, however. In fact, Rolf was eager for a chance to get physical.
Ambrose kept up his fitness routine all year round, while Rolf, although reckless, was the Black Thorn Pack's Gamma no matter what.
He managed to easily subdue Ambrose despite his injuries.
He crossed Ambrose's hands behind his back with a smirk on his lips. "Ambrose, sorry. My hands are tied. Alpha Derek said whoever gets in the way gets beaten up. The first time is a warning, and next time, I'll have to get serious."
Ambrose's face flushed as he couldn't believe that his son's subordinate blatantly disobeyed him in public. He was embarrassed and furious.
He roared at Derek angrily, "Get your man under control!"
Derek gave Rolf a look, and only then did Rolf release Ambrose.
Still blushing, Ambrose straightened his clothes to make him look less awkward.
He pointed his finger at Andrea angrily and cursed angrily, "See? This is your perfect son! He doesn't respect me at all! He'll be punished by the Moon Goddess and suffer misfortune!"
Hearing this, Andrea jumped up and slapped him, leaving him stunned on the spot.
She was always obsessed with him, and this was the first time she hit him.
"You... You hit me?"
Andrea put on a long face and spoke in an extremely indifferent tone, "So what? You deserve it, you spineless coward. Have you ever acted like a proper father? Do you really think you're in a place to ask him to treat you as his father?"
Alpha Elliott chimed in, his voice deep, "Since the day you gave up your family, children, and your inheritance for this woman, you should have thought of this embarrassing situation today. We are all adults and must take responsibility for our choices. No one can have it both ways. You got the love you were so proud of, but you lost the power. It's fair."
At the same time, about ten servants came downstairs carrying bags of different sizes. Alpha Elliott waved his hand and said, "Go. And never come back again. From now on, you're no longer my son."
Ambrose looked at Alpha Elliott, whose hair had turned gray. The vigorous man who used to whip him back then was nowhere to be seen.
In fact, over the years, Ambrose had reflected on his actions. Yet no matter whether his choice was right or wrong, he already had no way back and could only keep going.
He wanted to say so many things, but in the end, he simply said, "Dad, take care."
However, Phoebe was unwilling to accept it. She grabbed Ambrose's hand and shouted, "Ambrose, this is our home. Why should we leave?"