Chapter 29: Plastic Surgeon
"Uh... Yeah... Who—"
Before Lethia could even finish her sentence, the hospital-gowned girl lunged forward, wrapping her in a tight embrace. The sudden contact jolted her, a flashback hitting her mind—the janitor at the rest area had hugged her just like this.
Caught off guard and unsure how to react, Lethia awkwardly patted the girl’s arm, struggling to breathe under the force of the hug.
"Ah... sorry... I’m just so happy to meet my role model in person." The girl beamed, her face lighting up with enthusiasm.
Lethia, still stiff and unsure of what to say, listened as the girl poured her heart out. She had just been rejected by her mate.
But after watching Lethia’s viral video, she had mustered the courage to slap the woman who stole her mate and burn the pack’s banner that had cast her aside.
She had fled to Ashenhold, where the safety guards found her injured from a silver chain.
By the time their conversation ended and the girl excitedly asked for a photo together, Lethia couldn’t quite place what she was feeling.
What she had done wasn’t exactly moral, yet somehow, it had encouraged someone. Should she feel proud? Or should she pity the girl, now left to survive alone in Ashenhold?
As she turned a corner toward Renar’s office, Lethia came to an abrupt halt.
Varrel. He was pushing Lana in a wheelchair. Looks like the bitch was finally being discharged.