Chapter 273: The Unknown Wife

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** The night was serene, and the moonlight cascaded softly over the palace gardens. I was preparing to retire for the evening when Bertha arrived at my door, holding a delicate brooch in her hands. Her expression was a mixture of nostalgia and sorrow. "This is the only thing I have that belonged to my brother," she said, her voice trembling as she handed me the brooch. I studied the intricate design of the brooch, a testament to its sentimental value. Bertha's eyes glistened with unshed tears as she began to share its story. "This was our mother's," she began, her voice tinged with a mix of fondness and sadness. "She gave birth to two Omega children in a row—my brother and me—and my father abandoned us, unable to bear the shame of having Omega offspring. Left to fend for herself, my mother raised Angus and me single-handedly. She worked tirelessly, sacrificing her health, until exhaustion and illness claimed her life. This brooch was the only thin