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."

cool and distant,

her lips, "Would you believe me if I told you I've tried explaining so many times before, even showed them proof, and they still didn't believe me? They just thought I was lying."

feel like explaining any further; most people didn't believe her

hard not to

caught off guard. Did he really

on her forehead, "Your

glanced at the scar on his wrist, "Is

it. He began to remove the empty IV bag, taking a while before

His profile was shadowed, making it

too, on my

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

scar on her thigh stood out against her fair skin, which made

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

"But you're a doctor."

was also a man. Hadn't

then said, "That scar could be treated. Why haven't you

scar was a reminder of

hated it and would never treat it, blaming her for their parents' death. That scar was her stigma for causing their deaths, he said, and she should remember that