The Wolf King Divorced, I Became a Prisoner

Chapter 4 New Friends

Alpha actually had spoken to the prison guards, asking them not to be too harsh on Vivian, although he was convinced she was a murderer and divorced her, but after all, they had been married for so long, he shouldn't be so heartless.

Alpha only hopes Vivian can properly atone for her sins in prison. In fact,he does not dislike her, but he cannot allow a murderer to be his Luna, as this would cause dissatisfaction among his subjects and undermine his rule.

After hearing that there was a fire in the prison, he also sent people to investigate what exactly happened, and he dispatched personnel to help the prison guards capture the few cellmates who had previously attempted to escape.

When Vivian first entered prison,her good friend Ellie was studying abroad in high school and couldn’t come back in time. Later,Alpha secretly sent someone to inform Ellie, asking her topic her up upon release.

Alpha’s identity is too sensitive, so he definitely cannot make a big show of meeting Vivian.

I took some inferior ointment from the kitchen and applied it to my hands. These hands were hurting more and more, and I somewhat self-mockingly thought,my leg sare ruined, and now my hands are going to be ruined too?

At that moment,someone gently knocked on the door, and I said, please come in.

It was actually the person who had just splashed hot black tea on me.

I suddenly became a bit wary. What was he here for? Could it be that he was here to cause trouble for me again?

He was also very humble in his attitude,he came over and said to me,“I am truly sorry, please allow me to apologize to you once again. I did not mean to hurt you. I just went to the nearby hospital to buy some ointment and gauze for you. Let me help you bandage it. I once took a medical elective course in college, is that okay?”

I gently nodded, watching him carefully and seriously help me bandage it. Looking at his profile, I suddenly got a littled is tracted, because I thought of Alpha Eric.

When I was injured, he had also taken care of me like this.

It was a hunting trip. We were riding horses together, and our relationship was still as good as ever. While I was chasing a deer, I accidentally scratched my arm on a nearby branch. It wasn’t a serious injury, but he still insisted that the butler bring medicine and bandages to treat and dress my wound.

He was just as serious then, and it was at that moment that I completely fell in love with him.

He seemed to notice something was off with my expression, so he gently called out to me,“Are you okay? You can tell me,what’s your name?My name is David.”

I told him,my name is Vivian.

He grind at me and said, "This is better. This ointment is more expensive, and the recovery will be faster. You often have to wash dishes here, right? Let me help you take two days off, okay? With your hand injured like this, you definitely can't work. I'll cover your lost wages during this time."

I thought he was truly a kind and upright person. It seemed I had wrongly blamed him earlier. When he appeared in the restaurant with Tina before, I had thought they were both bad people.

He said, "Where do you live? I'll drive you home. You definitely can't get back by yourself."

I agreed. I really wanted to accept others' kindness, and I was willing to believe in others because I had seen too much darkness during my five years in prison. But I still wanted to believe in the kind and beautiful side of human nature.

He drove me home,I rent a small room in an old house on the outskirts of the city, the wooden floor creaks, sunlight slants through the window,and where the wallpaper peels,I have taped my own sketches, an old wooden box serves as a table, and the bed sheet is patchwork sewn.

David’s eyes lit up; from these simple yet exquisite arrangements, it was clear the owner loved life deeply.

I have lived in palaces and castles grander and more magnificent than this before,and there is nothing shameful about that.

After my hand was burned, Ellie came to see me once, brought me some medicine, and during that time the restaurant owner also called me, telling me to rest well and not to rush back to work.

It must have been David who said something to the boss.

I don’t know what kind of person this David is. The restaurant owner seems a bit afraid of him. I racked my brains trying to figure it out, but I have never seen him before. Such an outstanding person—I should have remembered him after just one meeting.

When my hand was almost healed, he came to see me at my home again and invited me for afternoon tea. I readily agreed. I was wearing old cotton-linen clothes, repeatedly starched but clean and tidy, with handmade mending marks on the cuffs still visible. A deep red ribbon was tied in my hair as an accent, and my shoes were worn but polished bright.

Although I wasn’t dressed extravagantly, nor did I have expensive jewelry or accessories, my aura was strong. I walked with my head held high, not looking down or feeling inferior, no different from the Luna I used to be.

When I arrived at his house, I found it was a large private estate with few servants. Outside, there was a neatly maintained lawn that looked very beautiful.

The hall was paneled with dark oak. The walls were adorned with family portraits, deer antler trophies, and a coat of arms above the fireplace. The curved main staircase was carpeted in red, with brass-carved handrails—truly tasteful.

David said to me, "I usually take care of myself and don’t like others serving me, so there are fewer people at home. You don’t need to pay much attention to that."

I asked, "Is Tina your girlfriend?"

He shook his head and told me, "No, that day I just owed him a favor, so I treated her to a meal."

In the living room, there was a porcelain teapot filled with English breakfast tea. The bottom tier of the three-tiered pastry stand held finger sandwiches, the middle tier had scones with clotted cream and jam, and the top tier featured desserts such as macarons, fruit tarts, and Victoria sponge cake.

He invited me to sit on the Louis XVI-style sofa, saying, "Don't be polite, try it and see if it suits your taste."

Since being imprisoned, I hadn’t eaten anything this good, but I was well-mannered and didn’t gobble it down; instead, I ate while chatting with him.

I broke open the scone with my hand, “you’re not just simply calling me for afternoon tea,you have some other purpose, don’t you?”

He grind and said, “how did you figure it out so quickly?”

“Because I don’t think you’re just a casual person.”

“Then why don’t you think,I might just find you very beautiful and want to treat you to afternoon tea?”

I: “Maybe I used to have that confidence, but not anymore.

He looked at me seriously,his eyes somewhat deep,“To be honest with you, I need your help. I know who you are, and I need you to do something for me. In return,I will bring the best doctor in the world to treat your leg and facial injuries.

Hearing this, I was a bit excited, because when I was in prison the doctor told me my leg and face could never heal, but he gave me hope.

“Myteacher is an expert in medicine and can help you,” he promised.

I asked him: "So as an exchange of benefits, what do you need me to help you with? First of all, I definitely won't help you harm Alpha."

He said: "No, I built the company from scratch, but now I'm facing some difficulties. I'm not familiar with the interpersonal relationships among the major families. The only way for me to integrate with them is through marriage alliances, but I want to find a partner I like, not consolidate my power through arranged marriages."

David continued, "So I need you to help me expand my network. When my company reaches a higher level of development, we will end our cooperation, and I will fulfill my promise. That way, you won't have to keep working at that small restaurant anymore. People like you should shine in the fields you excel at, not do repetitive manual labor."

I agreed. Indeed, there was no better choice for me, and with his help, I could also quickly use his power to uncover the truth from back then.

At this point, besides trusting him, I have no better choice.