The Pregnant Luna Mated to Ex’s Best Friend (Aria) novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 Don’t you thi

Chapter 153: Don’t you think Aria looks a lot like Mrs. Lewis?

Chapter 153: Don’t you think Aria looks a lot like Mrs. Lewis?

(Aria’s POV)

By the time I arrived at Silvercrest Hospital with Dominic, I saw Dr. Nathan Lewis standing at the door of the emergency room, his face etched with worry and exhaustion. His usual cheerful demeanor had been replaced by the hollow expression of someone who had been through too much.

Not far away stood two women, one of whom was Alison Lewis, who had arrived before us. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she kept glancing nervously at Dr. Nathan Lewis as if expecting him to explode at any moment.

Another middle–aged woman was constantly comforting Alison, looking incredibly heartbroken. Her face bore a striking resemblance to Alison’s, making her identity obvious even before introductions.

“Alison, don’t cry. This isn’t your fault,” the woman said, stroking Alison’s hair with maternal tenderness. “Don’t blame yourself too much. These things happen.”

Alison’s eyes were red, and she looked at Dr. Nathan Lewis with great trepidation. Her wolf’s scent carried fear and guilt, making the air heavy with tension.

The middle–aged woman frowned and looked at Dr. Nathan Lewis with defensive anger. “Nathan, how can you blame your sister for such a thing?”

Her voice rose with indignation. “She was taken from my side when she was a child, just to comfort my sister’s longing for a daughter. We have suffered enough from mother–daughter separation!”

Dr. Nathan Lewis’s aunt, Alison’s biological mother, then continued to rationalize Alison’s behavior. She made excuses for her earlier provocations that led to Mrs. Lewis’s hospitalization, her wolf’s protective instincts flaring.

“My poor girl has been through so much,” she continued, her voice breaking. “Living in a house where she wasn’t truly wanted, trying to fill the void left by someone else’s tragedy.”

I exchanged glances with Dominic, realizing her identity. This was Margaret Lewis, the woman who had given up her daughter to help her sister cope with loss.

The family dynamics were even more complicated than I had imagined. No wonder Alison seemed so territorial and conflicted about her place in the Lewis household.

Dr. Nathan Lewis, despite his visible anger, remained composed and calm in his response to his aunt. His professional training as a physician helped him maintain control even in this emotional situation.

“Aunt Margaret, you’ve said that many times already, no need to repeat it,” he stated firmly. “If you want Alison to go back, we’re not stopping her; she can leave anytime.”

His words were measured but carried an underlying steel. “But she cannot continue to harm my mother’s fragile mental state with her thoughtless actions.”

This infuriated the aunt, who, launched into a tirade. Her wolf’s aggressive scent filled the air as she questioned Dr. Nathan Lewis’s character.

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“How dare you speak to me like that!” she snarled. “After everything we’ve sacrificed for your family!?

She accused him of being ungrateful and “burning bridges.” Her words were infuriating, each one designed to wound and provoke.

“We gave you our daughter when you needed her most,” she continued, her voice rising dangerously. “And this is how you repay us? By threatening to throw her out?”

Dr. Nathan Lewis, out of respect for his elders, suppressed his anger. His jaw clenched tightly, and I could see

his hands trembling slightly with the effort of maintaining control.

Just as the tension escalated to a breaking point, Dominic interjected. His voice was laced with casual

disdain that cut through the emotional chaos like a blade.

“So let me understand this correctly,” he said, his silver–gray eyes cold as winter steel. “You’re angry because

your daughter isn’t welcome after she deliberately triggered a mentally ill woman’s breakdown?”

He challenged the aunt’s logic with deadly precision. “Tell me, do you truly enjoy being seen as someone who

‘sold her daughter for glory‘ by not wanting Alison to return?”

The aunt initially retorted, her face flushing with indignation. “How dare you-”

But a subtle gesture from Alison, who clearly recognized Dominic, caused her to fall silent. Her expression

shifted to one of apprehension as she realized who she was confronting.

She knew the power that the Blackwood family name commanded in the Northern Territory. Even her protective maternal instincts couldn’t overcome the fear of crossing an Alpha King.

Dominic then threatened the two women, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You two better pray

that Mrs. Lewis is safe and sound, otherwise…”

He leaned in, a smile on his face that conveyed no warmth whatsoever. The expression was more terrifying

than any snarl or growl.

“Even nine lives wouldn’t be enough to compensate for the damage you’ve caused,” he continued, his Alpha presence filling the space with barely contained/menace.

Alison shivered, her legs almost giving out from beneath her. Only her mother’s quick reflexes caught her before she could collapse completely.

The threat hung in the air like a blade, making everyone present understand the consequences of further.

provocation.

Dominic then turned away from them, leaving them in stunned silence. He walked with me towards the emergency room, his protective presence surrounding me like a shield.

Dr. Nathan Lewis, though still visibly distressed, thanked Dominic in a low voice. “I appreciate your intervention. I was losing my temper.”

Dominic, however, dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “Family disputes are always the messiest. Don’t worry about it.”

He inquired about Mrs. Lewis’s condition, his voice softening with genuine concern. “How is she doing?”

Dr. Nathan Lewis expressed his concern, running a hand through his hair. “While Mrs. Lewis might not be in physical danger, her mental state is undoubtedly fragile and worsened.”

Chapter 153 Don’t you thi

His voice carried the weight of professional knowledge mixed with personal anguish. “These episodes are becoming more frequent and severe.”

As they spoke, Dominic, as if struck by a thought, pointed at me. “Don’t you think Mrs. Lewis looks a bit like Aria?”

I was taken aback and quickly nudged him, my face heating with embarrassment. “Don’t speak nonsense

But Dominic simply smiled, holding my hand reassuringly. “I just said it casually. There’s something about the bone structure, the way she holds herself.”

Dr. Nathan Lewis chuckled wryly, dismissing it as a joke. “You’re seeing things, Dominic. Grief can make people imagine connections that aren’t there.”

Dominic teased him, bringing up Dr. Nathan Lewis’s previous desire for me to be his sister. “Well, if there were any resemblance, your wish might come true.”

Dr. Nathan Lewis, with a helpless shrug, responded that such good things don’t happen in the world. “Miracles like that only exist in fairy tales.”

Before Dominic could reply, the emergency room’s red light turned off. The door opened as a doctor emerged, removing his mask with tired efficiency.

Dr. Nathan Lewis rushed forward, grabbing the doctor’s arm anxiously. “Doctor, how is my mother? Is she going to be alright?”

The doctor reassured him with professional calm. “Mrs. Lewis is fine. She simply fainted due to shock, and only needs rest and to avoid further stress.”

He continued with practiced authority. “Her vital signs are stable, but her emotional state is extremely fragile. Any more incidents like this could cause serious complications.”

A wave of relief washed over Dr. Nathan Lewis, who thanked the doctor profusely. “Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much.”

The doctor, brushing it off, headed to his office to write the post–operative report. “Just make sure she gets proper rest and medication compliance.”

As the doctor left, a weight lifted from my chest. Mrs. Lewis was out of danger, at least for now.

“I’m going to the restroom first,” I announced, needing a moment to collect myself.

Dominic, who had been talking with Dr. Nathan Lewis, turned and took my hand. “I’ll accompany you.

I politely declined, assuring him I knew the way. “I’ll be fine. It’s just down the hall.”

He squeezed my hand gently, his silver–gray eyes warm with concern. “Be quick then. I don’t like yo

sight.”

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