#Chapter 233: The Vision

Ella’s POV I helped my mother over to the nearby armchair. She sank into it with a faint sound of distress, like the air slowly coming out of a leaky balloon. She seemed to deflate, too, all pretense of confidence suddenly slipping away the moment my father was gone. “He’s right, you know,” she whispered, dabbing at her eyes with the tissue I handed her. “No one will believe me. I’m just a nobody, an Omega—they’ll only think I’m a crazy old woman if I try revealing my true identity and claiming Stormhollow.” “That’s not necessarily true,” I said. “You were always loved in Stormhollow, at least when I lived there. You probably still have some supporters there. If we reveal everything, they’ll stand up for you.” Lilith gave me a look that indicated just how little she believed that statement. Alexander dropped to a crouch beside her chair and touched her arm. “You’re not alone. You’ve got us. I’ll put out a statement, help you make the announcement. We can pursue