Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 165: Misunderstanding - 14

Silas’s POV

"Little fighter, wake up,"

Theron said while petting Velric. Velric’s eyes slowly opened, but as soon as he woke up, his facial expression suddenly changed.

He had been smiling at first, but the moment he saw Theron, he quickly moved away from him.

"I hate Papa and Daddies! I don’t want to talk to them!"

Velric suddenly shouted. Hearing him, Theron looked confused, and it was a little upsetting that Velric was saying he hated him.

Standing at the door, I understood why Velric was behaving like this. Because of what happened last night, Velric must have heard Kael’s name too.

He must have realized that Kael had sent those six men to hurt me, and in his eyes, none of the people he once called Dad and Papa had come to save me.

Of course, he hates them now.

I quickly stepped in, and as soon as Velric saw me, he spread his arms like he wanted a hug.

"Mumma!"

I picked him up in my arms.

"Velric... Theron is not bad. He’s good. He helped me, didn’t he? And he also brought clothes and pudding for you."

"No! I don’t like him!"

I sighed because what could I say when Velric had already made up his mind to hate Theron and his brothers?

I brought Velric out of the bedroom, and behind us, Theron also came out.

As soon as we stepped into the living room, Theron’s mobile rang. I glanced at him as he took out his phone and answered the call.

"I’m busy right now. I won’t come," he said before hanging up.

After that, we ate. Velric actually liked the pudding, and though he was glancing at Theron while smiling, he still didn’t talk to him. Theron was also waiting for Velric to speak to him on his own, but that didn’t happen. Meanwhile, I was enjoying my lobsters, and Theron, too—he indeed ate as well.

After eating, we sat there, and Velric was touching his clothes, clearly happy that he had such nice ones. Just then, the doorbell rang. Hearing the sound, my attention shifted to the door, and suddenly, last night’s memories began flashing in my mind.

Theron stood up to open the door.

Velric also grabbed my hand while looking at the door, as if he could sense the same uneasy feeling I had at that moment.

When Theron opened the door, a man was standing there. He was dressed in black, ancient-style clothing, with long white hair, wearing a black robe. I thought he might be a cosplay artist or something.

Yes, he definitely looked like a cosplay artist. But the real question was—what was he doing at my door?

Did Kael send someone else to kill me because the six men had failed?

"Who are you?" Theron asked the man.

"Let me in. We’ll talk then," the man replied.

He was staring at me from outside the door. His eyes were fixed on me.

What did I do to him? I didn’t even know him. I had never met him before.

Then why was he here?

And worse—why did he look so angry?

As the man said he wanted to come in, he took a step forward, but Theron pushed him back, placing a firm hand on his chest. Standing at the door like a shield, he refused to let him inside.

"Who are you? How can I let you in when you haven’t even introduced yourself?" Theron asked.

The man glanced at me again, then looked around, as if making sure no one was watching him before he spoke.

"I’m here to talk about Orian."

The moment I heard that name, I quickly stood up from the sofa and walked over to the door, standing beside Theron.

"What do you know about Orian?" I asked.

"Let’s talk inside," he replied.

But Theron still didn’t move. He remained in the man’s way, his stance firm.

So I reached out and touched Theron’s shoulder, giving him a small nod, silently telling him to let the man in.

Seeing that, Theron finally stepped aside. As soon as the man entered, Theron locked the door behind him, his eyes glaring at the stranger.

The man walked straight to the sofa and—without hesitation—sat beside Velric.

A stranger. Sitting right next to Velric.

I couldn’t trust him.

Without wasting a second, I walked over, grabbed Velric, and placed him on the other sofa. Then, I sat beside him.

Theron followed and sat next to me.

"So, what do you know about Orian? Do you know where he is right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know where he is," the man said, then paused. "But before that, I want to ask you something. Your name is Silas, right?"

I nodded.

"Do you hate Orian or something? Is he your enemy? Is that why you offered money to have him killed?"

The moment I heard that, my eyes widened. What the hell is he saying right now? I offered money to kill my own brother? What?

Even in my worst nightmares, I wouldn’t think of something so horrible.

He’s my dear brother. I was hella worried when I found out he was kidnapped, and now this guy is sitting

here, accusing me—saying I put a hit on my own brother?

"Hey, what the hell are you spouting?" Theron said in a cold tone.

I glanced at Theron as he spoke to the man. He didn’t look like he believed him at all.

"I’m not spouting nonsense." The man sighed.

"Okay, let me be frank. I’m from an elite assassin guild. Someone offered me money to kill Orian, and the client’s name was Silas. When I ran a background check on the client, I found out... it’s you."

I was shocked after hearing that someone had offered money to kill Orian using my name and information.

When did this happened? And first of all—is Orian even alive or not?

"Wait a second. First, answer me—is Orian alive?"

"Yeah, he is."

I sighed in relief. Yes! Now we can continue this conversation because my brother was alive.