[Margaret's Perspective]
All eyes in the room fell on Armstrong, whose complexion was still somewhat pale. Sitting in a wheelchair, he slowly lowered his head, remaining silent and seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing Armstrong silent, Nora interjected somewhat anxiously, "Armstrong, you need to think this through. This isn't child's play. If you really divorce Elizabeth, how will you explain it to the pack members when you return? You and Elizabeth are fated mates; we can't defy the Moon goddess's will..."
"This isn't Silver Moon Pack's public business. Armstrong only needs to be responsible for himself and doesn't need to explain to anyone." I added to Nora's words, not giving her the chance to say anything superfluous.
