When They Beg, I Rise!

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."

voice was cool and distant, "Why didn't you explain

times before, even showed them proof, and they still didn't believe me? They just thought I was lying." A brief silence fell over

feel like explaining any further; most people

hard not to

off guard. Did

stepped closer, placing his hand on her

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

a moment before he quickly withdrew it. He began to remove the empty IV

back to Lemira. His profile was shadowed, making it hard to

too,

to show him, "Right here, see? Looks a

stood out against her fair skin, which made even more

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

"But you're a doctor."

himself he was also a

could be treated. Why haven't you fixed

Because Rowan had said that scar was a reminder

blaming her for their parents' death. That scar was her stigma for causing their deaths, he