The room was a haven of silence.

Lemira opened her mouth as if to speak, but then, words failed her. At times like these, language seemed utterly inadequate.

After all, she had tried to explain herself countless times before, only to be met with disbelief from her brothers.

Lucian's Adam's apple bobbed slightly before he finally let go of her hand. His eyes filled with disappointment as he looked at Lemira, "If you keep going down this path, I can't protect you when Asher gets back. Think about what you're doing." With those words, Lucian left the room.

Lemira let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against her pillow.

What was there to think about? Bent over backward trying to please them, only to be kicked out and end up dying miserably in a mental institution like in her previous life?

Not a chance.

"Here, catch!"

Suddenly, there was a cold pack wrapped in a bandage before her.

Lemira took it, pressing the cold pack against her bruised cheek, stealing a glance at the man beside her. In a low voice, she said, "Thanks for earlier."

and distant, "Why

times before, even showed

explaining any further; most people didn't believe her

hard not to believe

off guard. Did he really

on her forehead, "Your

touch was cool and soothing, making her feel much better. She glanced at the scar on his wrist, "Is that from an accident too, the scar on your

to remove the empty IV bag, taking a

table, his back to Lemira. His profile

too, on

lifted her skirt a bit to show him, "Right

fair skin, which

then quickly looked away, "Kid, don't just lift your skirt in front

"But you're a doctor."

reminding himself he was also a man. Hadn't anyone taught her

be treated. Why haven't you fixed

over her. Because Rowan had said that scar was a reminder of their parents, and

it, blaming her for their parents' death. That scar was her stigma for causing their deaths, he said, and she should remember

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