Broken Bond: Claimed by My Ex-Husband's Alpha Billionaire Uncle-Chapter 107: A Mother’s Despair (2)

Louis and Diana slowly moved closer to Priscilla, but still gave her enough space so she wouldn’t start lashing out again.

Charlotte noticed Carmen’s expression darken as she struggled to hold back her tears. It was almost impossible not to cry when faced with the sight of her own daughter turning into a mindless wreck after being tortured by her own husband and son.

Carmen took a slow step forward, opening her arms. "It’s okay, sweetheart. Come here," she said softly.

For a moment, it seemed like Priscilla might calm down. But just as Carmen reached out her hand, Priscilla suddenly let out a sharp cry and stumbled backward, grabbing her head as if it was splitting in two.

"No! No! Stay away!" she screamed, tears running down her face. "It hurts!" She shoved Carmen’s hand away harshly. "WHO ARE YOU?!"

It was clear that her mind was badly damaged. Pieces of her memories were broken and jumbled. Every time she tried to remember something, it felt like a sharp axe was cutting through her head.

"Priscilla!" Carmen called out, rushing to her.

Priscilla collapsed to the floor, shaking and sobbing uncontrollably.

Even though she kept kicking and hitting anyone who got close, Carmen didn’t care. She pulled her daughter into a tight hug, holding her close despite the pain.

’This is all my fault,’ Carmen thought as tears finally escaped her eyes. ’If only I had...’

Carmen couldn’t finish her thought. The guilt pressed so heavily on her chest that she could barely breathe. All she could do was hold her daughter tighter, even when Priscilla struggled weakly in her arms.

"Please, sweetheart," Carmen whispered through her tears. "It’s me. It’s Mom. You’re safe now."

But Priscilla just kept crying and shaking her head. "It hurts ... It hurts so much," she whimpered, curling up like a frightened child.

Charlotte stood frozen, watching the heartbreaking scene. She wanted to help, but she didn’t even know how. She could feel Damon’s hand gently squeezing hers as if telling her to stay strong.

"It’s better to make her sleep for a while," Charlotte said, turning to Louis and signaling him to quickly sedate Priscilla.

As Louis grabbed the syringe, Priscilla’s panic grew worse. "No! No! Stay away from me!" she screamed.

Carmen held her tighter, restraining her arms so Louis could inject the sedative more easily. "It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s just medicine. Just medicine. You’ll feel better after this. Mom promises you."

Priscilla struggled as much as she could, but Carmen held on, even as her daughter shouted and cried. Louis moved quickly, injecting the sedative into Priscilla’s arm with steady hands.

"It’s okay, it’s okay," Carmen whispered over and over, patting Priscilla’s back gently. "Mom’s here. You’ll feel better soon. I promise."

Slowly, the drug began to take effect. Priscilla’s wild cries softened into weak sobs. Her breathing grew slower, and her body finally went limp in Carmen’s arms.

Carmen cradled her carefully, tears streaming down her face as she gently stroked Priscilla’s hair. "I’m sorry ... I’m so sorry," she whispered brokenly.

Louis and Diana let out heavy breaths, clearly shaken. Charlotte’s heart ached seeing Carmen holding her daughter like that, looking so small and powerless.

"I’ll bring her back to her room," she said, lifting Priscilla carefully into her arms. Damon had stepped forward, offering to help, but Carmen had quickly refused. "Don’t worry. I can do it."

It was clear that Carmen didn’t want anyone else to touch her daughter, not now. No one dared to go against her. They all quietly stepped back, giving Carmen the space she needed.

And now, hours later, Carmen was still there, sitting by Priscilla’s side as if glued to the spot, unwilling to leave her for even a second.

She hadn’t eaten anything or slept at all, which made Mona even more worried. "What should I do to make her come out of that room? If this keeps going, her fever will only get worse."

To be honest, it was rare for werewolves to get a fever, especially since they had healing abilities. Usually, when a werewolf got sick, it wasn’t just because of physical illness, but also because of their mental state.

Mona paced back and forth near the doorway, stealing worried glances at the closed room. "She’s going to collapse if this goes on," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

Charlotte stood nearby, watching quietly. She understood Carmen’s stubbornness because any mother would feel the same, but it didn’t change the fact that Carmen was only hurting herself by refusing to rest.

"She won’t listen to anyone," Mona added, sighing heavily.

Charlotte stayed quiet for a moment before finally speaking. "Maybe I can bring her some food?" she suggested softly. "There’s nothing wrong with trying, right?"

Mona looked at her with uncertainty, but deep down, she knew Carmen would probably push her away the second she stepped into the room. Mona had always been too loud and nagging, and right now, that was the last thing Carmen needed.

Maybe if it was Charlotte, who was gentler and calmer than her, bringing the food, Carmen would be more willing to listen.

"Alright, I’ll prepare the food," said Mona.

A moment later, Charlotte quietly walked toward the room with the tray in her hands. As she stood in front of the door, she heard nothing from inside.

She knocked gently, speaking softly, "Carmen, it’s Charlotte. I brought you something to eat."

Even though there was no response, Charlotte still opened the door and stepped into the room.

The room was dark and quiet. The curtains were still drawn, and only a little light slipped through the small gaps. Carmen sat by the bed, holding Priscilla’s hand, her back facing the door.

Charlotte stepped in carefully, making sure not to startle her. "I’ll just leave it here," she said softly, placing the tray on a small table near the window.

Carmen didn’t say a word. She stayed still, gently stroking Priscilla’s hand with tired eyes. Charlotte could see the deep dark circles under her eyes and the way her shoulders slumped from exhaustion.

"You don’t have to eat now," Charlotte added, trying to sound comforting. "But please, at least try later."

Before she could walk out of the room, Carmen suddenly said, "I’m sorry, Charlotte."