My Dad Is An SSS Lycan!

Chapter 9: You’re Just a Rogue.

The older man’s arrival changed the atmosphere in the room at once. Reginald recognized him immediately. Silas Venn, head of the Northern Bloodline Center, normally only appeared at interregional conferences and exceptional awakening cases; even Ashbourne would have to go through several layers of connections to invite him here.

Reginald immediately stepped forward, his attitude visibly softening. “Mr. Venn, I didn’t expect Lyra’s situation would bring you here in person.”

Silas merely gave a polite nod. His gaze passed over Reginald before going straight to the foot of the bed. “Who is Zeyan Wang?”

Zeyan stood up. “I am.”

Silas immediately walked toward him. When only a few steps remained between them, his expression became noticeably more solemn than before, and even his hand lifted slightly as though he were about to perform some sort of formal greeting. Zeyan noticed it, his gaze pausing briefly on the man.

Silas understood at once. The gesture smoothly changed into an ordinary handshake. “Mr. Wang. I’ve already received the report on your daughter’s condition. The Center will fully cooperate with the hospital until her bloodline indicators have stabilized.”

Both Diana and Reginald watched the exchange.

Diana was the first to laugh. “Looks like your connections in the North really aren’t bad. Even Mr. Venn is willing to make the trip for you.”

In her eyes, five years of disappearance was more than enough time for Zeyan to wander around the North, make a few connections, or accidentally save someone important. It was hardly impossible for a lucky Rogue to trade that for a few debts of gratitude.

Elena was also looking at Zeyan. The man she had known five years ago had once risked his life to protect complete strangers, so if he had saved someone important in the North and was now being repaid, then everything happening now could be explained.

Silas took the test report from Hayes, scanned it quickly, and said, “The bloodline compatibility between father and daughter is abnormally high. Using the biological father’s blood as a stabilizing base will be safer than any stored source.”

Marven immediately frowned. “Alpha-G has a high-grade blood bank. We can provide a better source.”

Silas did not even look at him. “Higher grade does not mean better suited to the patient. The child’s body is reacting after gene intervention. What we need is compatibility.”

Diana folded her arms. “So just because he’s her biological father, everyone has to listen to him?”

Hayes answered for him. “When it comes to treatment, yes.”

Diana gave a scornful laugh. “A man disappears for five years and only shows up when his daughter is about to die, yet suddenly he has more authority than the person who raised her all those years. Your regulations really are interesting.”

Elena’s face turned cold at those words. She hated Diana using those years she and Lyra had endured as a weapon, but the words still struck the place inside her she had never been able to overlook. If Zeyan had not disappeared, Lyra would never have had to grow up with a void Elena had never known how to explain.

Zeyan glanced at Elena before turning back to Silas. “How much do you need?”

“A small amount first to test her reaction. If she remains stable, we’ll establish a cyclical treatment plan. You’ll also need a full examination to make sure there’s no adverse effect on your own body.”

“Fine.”

Reginald spoke up. “Lyra still carries the Ashbourne name. Any procedure involving a high-level bloodline requires supervision from a family representative.”

Silas set the test report down. “Ashbourne is currently under investigation for an illegal transfer. During that period, the family will not participate in medical decisions.”

One of the men who had come with Reginald muttered that the North was making too much of the matter, only to be immediately silenced by Reginald’s rebuke. Zeyan might not be worth taking seriously, but Silas Venn was different. Offending the man who held approval authority over bloodline centers would bring Ashbourne no benefit whatsoever.

Diana watched her father back down, her irritation becoming even more obvious. “Fine. Let’s just see how long those favors of his last.”

Zeyan still did not respond. He followed the doctors into the sample collection room, while Silas personally stayed behind to observe the entire procedure. To outsiders, that sort of special treatment only made it look even more as though an important figure was repaying an old debt to Zeyan.

Nearly an hour later, Lyra received the first transfusion. The readings on the monitor fluctuated for a while before slowly returning to the safe range. Hayes let out a quiet breath, while Silas nodded to the team behind him. “Continue with this protocol.”

Elena sat beside the bed from beginning to end. The moment Lyra stirred faintly, she immediately bent down. The little girl opened her eyes groggily, looked at her mother, then searched around the room. When she finally saw Zeyan on the other side of the bed, her small fingers moved beneath the blanket.

“Daddy…”

Zeyan stepped forward at once and bent down so she could see him more clearly. “Daddy’s here.”

Lyra reached toward him. Zeyan took her hand, moving so carefully that Elena suddenly remembered a distant time, when this same man had once carried her through snow-covered streets, grumbling the whole way yet refusing to put her down all night because he was afraid she would get cold. The memory surfaced for only an instant before she forced it back down.

Lyra quickly fell asleep again.

Zeyan pulled the blanket up for her, then said quietly to Elena, “I’ll take care of the rest. You just need to rest.”

Elena looked at him. “What are you planning to promise this time?”

Zeyan froze.

“Five years ago, you also said you’d take care of everything.” She kept her voice low so she would not wake Lyra, but every word remained cold. “Now you have a few people willing to help you, so you think everything else will just work itself out too?”

“I can handle it.”

Elena looked straight at him. “And why should I believe you?”

He fell silent for several seconds. Even if he told her the truth now, to Elena it would still be nothing more than another claim with no proof behind it. In her eyes, he was still the man who had vanished without a word of explanation and returned five years later.

She turned back toward Lyra. “I’m grateful that you saved our daughter. As for everything else, don’t expect me to believe you just because you say you can do it.”

Zeyan did not push further. He simply remained beside the bed until Hayes asked both of them to leave so Lyra could rest.

Late that night, Zeyan left the treatment wing. In the passage behind the hospital, Silas was already waiting beside a vehicle bearing the Northern Bloodline Center’s plates. The moment he saw Zeyan approaching, he stepped forward by half a pace. “Boss, all the medication and equipment you requested have been delivered. And regarding the young lady’s data—”

Zeyan raised a hand, and Silas immediately stopped.

Behind a glass door not far away, Elena had just come back to look for Lyra’s scarf, which had been left in the trolley. She only caught sight of Silas standing in front of Zeyan with an attitude far more respectful than the one he had shown inside the hospital room.

She stopped.

Silas also noticed someone looking in their direction. He reacted quickly, changing his tone as he handed Zeyan a file. “Mr. Wang, these are the records you asked me to check. As for what you did for me years ago, consider this repayment of part of that debt.”

Elena heard the last sentence.

The suspicion that had only just begun to surface immediately found a reasonable explanation.

Zeyan looked at her through the glass.

Elena merely curled her lips faintly, her expression indifferent as though everything had unfolded exactly as she had expected, then turned and walked back into the corridor.

Silas waited until her figure had completely disappeared before lowering his voice. “Boss, Madam still thinks you once saved me?”

Zeyan looked at the door Elena had just passed through. After a while, he finally replied,

“Let her keep thinking that.”