Chapter 299
299 A Shattered Memory
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Back then, Aubrey had loved Henry deeply.
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It wasn’t because he would one day inherit the right to lead the Shadowmoon Pack. It wasn’t because of his handsome face. She simply loved him–for who he was.
Suddenly, she froze. Her hand pressed against her chest. Her heartbeat had quickened without warning.
Why? Was it only because she had thought of Alpha Henry?
The moment his name surfaced in her mind, the pulse beneath her palm quickened again, clear and undeniable.
Lowering her gaze, a flicker of surprise and doubt rippled through her ice–blue eyes. Even after suspecting that Henry had silently allowed those wolf doctors to use me as a live experiment in my past life … do I still love him ?
Her sudden silence didn’t escape Wemble’s notice. But he didn’t press her. He simply watched her with calm patience. He was a healer who knew how to wait, how to let his patient speak when they were ready.
After a pause, Aubrey gathered herself and continued her story.
“I still remember–the activity fee was eight hundred fifty. The dress I wanted… if I rented it, it was only thirty–five a day. That meant I could use three hundred from the activity fee as a deposit. Even if I turned it in late, the teacher would let it slide.”
“The morning I asked for the money, a classmate had come to walk with me to school. Having her there gave me a bit of courage. I asked Aurelia for eight hundred eighty–five. Bailey went to the same school, but her fees were always different, so I thought I could pass it off, get the dress, and no one would notice.”
“But the moment Aurelia heard that I needed more than Bailey, her face darkened. In front of my classmate, she kept pressing me: ‘Is it really eight hundred eighty–five?‘ ‘Are you lying?‘ My face burned, and my classmate, seeing my embarrassment, tried to help, saying yes, that was the amount.”
Aubrey let out a laugh. Bitter, tinged with self–mockery. Wemble had heard countless stories from countless patients, but for some reason, only hers stirred something raw and aching in his
chest.
“And then Aurelia called the school. Can you imagine? She would spend three thousand on a
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single meal, throw down ten thousand in a card game without blinking. Yet for thirty–five, she called the school to check.”
“She got the answer she wanted, and in front of my classmate, she ripped apart my lie. She lashed me with words until we were already late for class. My classmate whispered, ‘I’m sorry, we’ll never lie again. Please, can we go? We’re late.‘ But Aurelia turned her fury on her instead.”
“From her clothes, Aurelia could tell she wasn’t from a wealthy family. So she started in with her sneers: ‘You side with her lies? You’re no better than she is. I’ll tell your teacher and have you expelled!‘ She terrified her.”
Aubrey’s ice–blue gaze lifted, expression blank.
“My classmate cried, apologizing over and over. It hadn’t been easy for her to get into that school. She must have regretted ever coming to my house…
It wasn’t until class had already started that Aurelia finally stopped. She pulled nine hundred from her polished handbag and hurled it into my face. Her voice was sharp as glass: ‘Didn’t you want money? Here’s fifty extra–go eat shit with it!“”
“…In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to pick up the knife on the table and drive it into her throat.”
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