The Ruined Bride of Velvet Nights by Brick Moving Ant

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Since then, we quickly became familiar with each other.

Joseph was extremely popular. His medical skills were exceptional, and he was incredibly reliable during critical moments. At the same time, he was humorous and always managed to make everyone around him laugh. With him around, even my interview subjects would become more talkative, willingly sharing more than they normally would.

I enjoyed being around him.

One day, I was following him as he sprayed cholera prevention chemicals around the camp. Suddenly, a sharp cry for help came from an empty tent. We rushed over and pulled back the flap, revealing a man pinning a young girl to the ground, tearing at her clothes.

My face turned cold instantly, and I rushed forward to push the man away. He stumbled back but quickly regained his balance, cursing as he raised his fist to strike me.

Before he could land a blow, Joseph pulled me behind him, shielding me from harm, and held up work ID.

his

“If you don’t want to lose access to medical care, you’d better leave now!”

The man hesitated, his gaze landing on the red cross on Joseph’s badge. Muttering curses under his breath, he hastily pulled up his pants and fled.

We took the girl to the UNHCR office and requested that they relocate her to another tent. After everything was settled, Joseph patted my shoulder gently and said, “Don’t be upset. You did well.”

I froze for a moment. “I’m not upset.”

crime often accompany refugee camps, something

head and

off guard. I raised a hand to touch my face, as if to

he grinned and playfully pinched my cheeks. “Your emotions aren’t just written

seemed he’d found a new source of amusement. From then on, every time we met, he’d observe

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a few seconds before commenting, “You’re in a good mood today,”

this time?”

exasperated and amused. “How do you even figure these

with a smirk, “I have a

of family made my smile falter,

hesitantly. “Don’t your

as he shook his

Why?” I was stunned.

incredibly controlling. Growing up, they forced me to do this and that, and if I ever resisted, I’d

followed their wishes, studied medicine, and got a job at a hospital. But it was never enough–they kept pushing me to climb higher, to make a name for myself, to bring them

purely on what being

“Honestly, I feel bad for