Mark ignored him and continued making notes on the materials,
Silence meant no.
Milo laughed, raising an eyebrow at me: “I told you so. The first time I met her, I could tell what her level was.”
I smiled helplessly. “Yes, you’re the most perceptive.”
Milo asked curiously: “Professor, what level do you think she’s at in the field?”
Without Ferris’s introduction,” Mark said flatly, “she wouldn’t be qualified to reach my level in this lifetime.”
As one of the top healers in the medical field, he dealt with world–class talent in this area every day.
Ashley’s level wouldn’t even be considered excellent among ordinary healers.
he was nowhere near the caliber of students he was willing to accept.
When Aurora was about Ashley’s age, she was already serving as a healer in war zones.”
Milo reminisced, sighing: “Though if you hadn’t gone to the war zone, you wouldn’t have met Ferris. If you hadn’t met Ferris, you wouldn’t have donated your
Done marrow-”
Mark coughed, signaling him to stop.
Realizing his mistake, Milo looked at me apologetically: “Sorry, Aurora.”
shook my head, indicating I didn’t mind.
Donating bone marrow to Ferris had been my own decision. I hadn’t even put my name in the donor column on the records because I didn’t want to use this avor to coerce Ferris–I wanted him to love me from his heart.
But I had failed.
After a moment of silence, Mark asked: “By the way, how is Linus doing lately?”
Hearing that name, my heart instinctively clenched with pain.
answered: “Same as always. No response to the outside world, but his vital signs remain stable.”
Mark sighed, his usually cold tone becoming unusually gentle: “He’ll get better, Aurora.”
nodded, forcing a smile.
After dinner, I drove to a hospital in the suburbs.
Five years ago, my brother Linus, who had been my only family for years, was severely injured in a rogue attack during a study abroad program while protecting his classmates. His injuries were so severe that even doctors had given up hope.
To raise money for his treatment, I agreed to my father’s demand that I would serve as a “commodity” for an arranged marriage after reaching adulthood.
Eventually, the healers brought him back from hell.
But he never woke up, surviving only with medication and machines maintaining his vital signs.
I chose to become a healer partly because I hoped to cure my brother someday.
Now, Linus lay quietly in the hospital bed, eyes closed, his features still showing traces of his youthful handsomeness.
Chapter Ho
He was still young, like a snow wolf pup yet to awaken, slumbering beneath the ice.
I sat beside the bed, gently holding his cold hand, my eyes gradually reddening.
“Linus, your sister is leaving this place.”
My voice choked: “Before 1 go, I’ll move you to a new place. I won’t leave you alone here anymore.”
I paused, as if finally finding an outlet for my feelings, and whispered: “I used to think Ferris was my destined happiness. But now I understand–I was wrong.”
Years of grievance, disappointment, pain, and waiting–I poured it all out, like releasing the heavy dark clouds that had been suppressed in my heart.
Only after lunchtime had passed did I slowly stand up, wipe away my tears, and reluctantly leave the room.
That afternoon, I made a series of decisions:
First, I went to the civil registry office to apply for identity cancellation for both Linus and myself, which meant deleting our chip data records.
From then on, we would no longer officially exist in Silver Moon Pack records.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, we can’t process this for you right now.”
The clerk handed me a document: “If you want to cancel your chip records, you need written consent from the Alpha–that is, his signature on this document.”
