Mommy Wolf: Raise A Cub, Claimed By His Beast Daddy-Chapter 124: Little Wolf’s Grievance

Sisi’s smile didn’t fade.

"Is that so? Seems she has even more reason to have such huge ambition," Sisi commented. "You saw her as a sister, but did you treat her as one? Did you let her sleep on your bed, wear your dresses and jewelry?"

That question silenced Ruela instantly, because she hadn’t.

Yes, she had seen Leah as a sister she never had. But she would never have allowed her to wear her dresses or sleep on her bed.

In exchange, Leah had never asked for any of those things either. And because of that, Ruela had believed everything between them was fine.

"Can’t answer?" Sisi prompted.

"S-she never asked..."

"Why would a servant girl like her ask to wear your dress or sleep on your bed?" Sisi replied coolly. "She would be executed by your family if she dares to ask."

...

Sisi sighed. "Let me give you a piece of advice, Ruela. For once, think about your own survival. There’s no point in fighting within the palace."

"But I was a concubine! I have to—I have to regain the King’s favor!"

"If you want his favor, then you should know this first: you are only making it worse by opening your mouth in front of Kael," Sisi said bluntly. "So do yourself a favor and think about how to survive as a sweeping maid. Be more grounded and honest, for once. This is the only way you’ll make it out alive, and with your dignity intact." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Survival and honesty.

Those two words lodged themselves deep in Ruela’s mind.

So when she later stumbled upon the little prince—lost, wounded, and desperately searching for Sisi to help his father—Ruela chose honesty for once.

She directed the prince to Sisi’s courtyard. And though she received no credit in the end, she survived another encounter that could have angered the Beast King even further.

"And I’m trying my best to be honest now..." Ruela muttered as she continued sweeping near the gate. "I just hope Sisi keeps her word, that I can leave the palace with my head held high and my dignity intact, as long as I focus on surviving and doing honest work."

Sisi was still busy with her needlework after finishing her morning tea and a light meal. She rarely ate much in the morning, having grown accustomed to skipping food until lunchtime.

Suddenly, there was a knock.

Before she could respond, the door was slammed open.

"SISI!"

Sisi looked up instinctively, and her heart dropped.

Jojo stood there in a pitiful state, his white-silver hair dirty and tangled, his body covered in bruises and scrapes.

She dropped her needlework immediately and rushed to him, pulling him into her arms."Oh god, what happened to you?!"

Jojo had promised himself not to cry in front of her.

But the moment Sisi spoke with such panic and wrapped him in her warm embrace, his restraint shattered. His tears burst forth like a dam breaking.

"Waaaahhh! Sisi—Sisi—Daddy—I—I—WAAAAAH!!"

"Did your father do this to you?" Sisi demanded, panic rising. "Where is he? How could you end up like this?!"

For a split second, she wanted nothing more than to find that bastard and slap him for neglecting Jojo.

This wasn’t a simple scraped knee or elbow. The extent of the injuries looked like the aftermath of a fall from a cliff—painfully reminiscent of the day she’d first met him in the horse shed.

Sisi was reminded of that time: Jojo had dried wounds, bruises, and even signs of fractured bones.

Seeing him like this hurt Sisi far more than if she herself had been injured.

She shook her head sharply.

"No matter. We’ll deal with your father later. Diane—" she turned to the head maid. "Prepare a hot bath for the prince. And gather these herbs—"

Sisi quickly listed the ingredients needed to make a healing ointment.

Jojo didn’t speak at first. He cried out all his fear—the terror of losing his father, the pain of falling down the summit, the loneliness of being separated from Sisi.

Only with Sisi did he allow himself to abandon his big boy act.

But when Diane left the room, Jojo finally spoke.

"Sisi... we don’t have time."

"What do you mean we don’t have time?" Sisi asked sharply. "Look at your injuries! What did your father do to you?!"

Suspicion crept into her eyes. There was no way Kael didn’t know what had happened.

Had he already grown tired of his own son only after a day?

Sisi’s gaze darkened.

If she’d known Kael would be like this, she would have taken Jojo and fled with Marik, no matter the cost.

"No, no! Daddy didn’t do anything to me!" Jojo hurried to clarify. "It’s Daddy—he... he’s crying!"

"...Huh?" Sisi frowned. "That guy can cry too?"

"I’ve never seen Daddy cry before!" Jojo said urgently. "I woke up before dawn and then—Daddy started grunting and flailing around. He was having a nightmare. And then... then he started crying in his sleep!"

At first, Sisi almost dismissed it. Crying was normal, wasn’t it?

But the sheer terror in Jojo’s voice made it clear—this wasn’t normal for Kael.

"Then why didn’t you wake him?" Sisi asked. "And why are you here if he’s still asleep?"

Jojo stared at her with eyes full of grievances.

"I can’t! I tried everything!" he cried. "I pushed him, yelled in his ear, even smashed his face with my toy rock, but he wouldn’t wake up!"

His voice trembled. "Sisi... I’m scared. Daddy won’t wake up anymore."

That made Sisi’s heart clench.

"Don’t tell me you got these injuries climbing down the summit by yourself," she said slowly.

Jojo nodded.

"...Then we really do need to treat you first—"

"Sisi! This is urgent!" Jojo interrupted desperately. "Daddy needs us!"

He wriggled free from her arms, grabbed her hand, and tugged hard. Urging Sisi to go to the summit with him and check on Kael.

"Sisi, please! H-he’s my only Daddy! I don’t want anything bad to happen to him!"