Chapter 18
Lorik’s POV
Her distress tugged at something inside me. Despite my anger, a pang of guilt hit me. I quickly dressed and instructed Beta to keep a close eye on the rogue. “I need to visit Lorcia,” I said, my voice “firm.
When I arrived at the hospital, Lorcia was in a state of hysteria. Her wails were heart–wrenching as she cried out about her ruined hand and her fears of never playing the piano again.
orcia,” I said, trying to calm her. “Please, try to stay calm. We’ll figure this out.”
But her cries only grew louder. Her anguish was nearly unbearable, and I pulled out a bank card, offering it to her as a peace offering. The sight of the card seemed to soothe her a bit, but the sense of urgency remained
I could see Lorcia crying but my heart only yearned for Shirley. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and her pain. I knew she was all by herself and my heart was desperately forcing me towards her. In my mind and my hear, I could only imagine Shirley’s pain and her not being able to play the piano. Though Lorcia’s crying tried her best to distract me but my worry for Shirley only grew
stronger..
“I have to go,” I said, my voice cutting through her sobs. “Shirley was hurt too. I need to see her.”
Lorcia’s eyes flashed with anger as she grabbed my arm. “I am in pain, I need you”
“You can call your parents to take care of you if you need to,”
“They’ve gone to find the person responsible,” She said, while grasping me harder..
I somehow succeeded in getting a bit away from her ‘What? I have already caught punished the murderer, so whom are her parents punishing? I thought to myself
Lorcia’s smirk was smug. “They’ll make sure that awful woman, Shirley, pays for everything. She’s
just jealous of me.
Her words were a jolt to my system. I pushed her away, her shocked expression lingering as I left the hospital. My mind raced as I made my way back to Shirley’s hospital.
When I arrived, the scene was chaotic. The ward was in disarray. The room looked disgusting as if
something horrible had just happened here. Rose petals were spilled all over, china tiles were dirty *
Let Go My Alpha. He knelt in Regret
with water and dark stains. I saw nurses and approached one of them:
What happened here?” I asked urgently.
“There was a disturbance,” the nurse explained. “A couple claimed to be your relatives and caused a scene. There was an altercation, and the patient threw a vase at them. A man Intervened and arranged for a transfer.”
My heart sank. The couple must have been Lorcia’s parents, and the man who intervened had to be Maurice. I pulled out my phone and dialed Shirley’s number. Maurice answered, his voice cold and unyielding.
“Let me speak to Shirley.” I demanded.
“She’s resting.” Maurice said, his tone dismissive. “She had a confrontation with some visitors. She’s not up for phone calls right now.”
“Where is she?” I pressed.
Maurice hesitated. “She’s being moved to a private hospital I own. I won’t give you the address. If you can’t manage the people around her, then perhaps you don’t deserve to see her.”
When he finished, he seemed to hang up the phone.
I hurriedly asked, ‘Is Shirley okay? I heard she had a run–in with someone.”
The Shirley I remember was always very gentle and rarely resisted when she was harshly chastised by others. Facing the fierce Flameheart Alpha couple, she might have been hurt, which made me
very worried.
To my surprise, Maurice’s voice had a smile in it, “Don’t worry, she wasn’t bullied. Just the opposite, she was brave enough to defend herself.
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