As Scarlett recalled these things, she felt a sharp hurt rush through her. She even found it amusing. The more she cared about her family, the deeper they chose to hurt her.
But now, she no longer cared. Those so-called family members would never be able to hurt her again.
"Scarlett," came Xavier's husky voice from behind. "Are you okay?"
Scarlett had been living in Xavier's hospital room for the past few days, attending to him tirelessly.
Xavier had already woken up as she walked toward the window, his gaze fixed on her.
She stood tall, her lengthy hair cascading around her shoulders, radiating an aura of elegance and sharpness, as if nothing could ever bend her. But the more she exuded this strength, the more Xavier sensed that she had a story to tell.
When she turned back toward him, her expression was composed, as though the memories she buried had faded into nothing but a blur in her eyes.
"You're awake, Mr. Stroud," Scarlett said with a faint smile. "It's raining outside, so I might need to leave earlier today."
Xavier's brain activity had gradually returned to normal over the past few days, so her leaving for half a day was no problem. Additionally, she had already informed him that she would be taking an exam that day.
Xavier nodded. "Let Edmund drive you to the exam."
"It's okay, Mr. Stroud. I'll go with Percy. He's coming to pick me up."
Xavier studied her, his dark eyes calm and steady, yet a soft glow seemed to quietly flicker within them.
Scarlett, who was feeling uneasy under his stare, slipped into the bathroom to freshen up and change. She was representing Harldon Academy in the exam today, so she had to wear the school's uniform.
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