Chapter 43

Chapter 43:

A heavy lump formed in my throat.

“I’ll just forward the footage to you p>

“Okay. Thank you. So much p>

The call ended.

I inhaled nervously.

While I was hurting, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something might have happened to me that night—something I didn’t remember.

I eagerly awaited the footage, but the manager seemed slow, and by the time I reached my destination, it still hadn’t arrived.

I stared at the tall building in front of me.

Ugh. Was I making the right decision?

Yes.

Grabbing my bag and file, I stepped out of the car and into TCH.

The place was bright and busy.

Large glass windows lined one wall, allowing natural light to flood the space. Colorful artwork adorned the walls, providing small bursts of warmth amid the clinical atmosphere.

The reception desk buzzed with activity as calls were answered and visitors were directed.

Sitting in the reception, I called the woman I was supposed to meet. I told her I was there, and within a few minutes, she joined me.

When I told my father about my plan, he gave me her contact, saying she was an old friend who would help me out.

“Good morning, ma’am,” I greeted her as I stood up, my bag in hand.

“Lyric, dear. How are you doing p>

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“I’m fine p>

She assessed me. “The name is Helen. Congratulations on becoming the Luna of Darkspire p>

I bit my lip as I lowered my eyes.

What I should be receiving was sympathy, not congratulations.

She led me into the elevator, and we went up to the fourth floor.

“Your father tells me you’re quite good at what you do,” Helen said as we walked down the corridor.

“Yes. And I love helping people.” I was a little distracted by the glimpse of sick people I saw through the windows.

“Then, I believe you’ll be of great help here.” We stopped in front of a door. “She is the head of this department. I already told her you were coming and put in a good word for you. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get this.” She winked at me.

Knocking once on the door, she opened it to reveal a familiar face behind the desk. I froze for a moment as I locked eyes with Marta.

Huh? She was the head of this department?

“Hello, Marta. This is the lady I told you about,” Helen introduced, stepping into the room ahead of me.

“Oh.” Marta seemed surprised. Then displeased.

Forcing my legs to move, I made my way into the office, my fingers fiddling with the strap of my bag. Helen winked at me and left.

“Lyric,” Marta’s voice held no warmth. “Take a seat.” I did.

Glancing at her, a bitter memory from that night resurfaced, reopening healing wounds.

Four nights ago, on the night Jaris and I had mated, I had been heading to his room to see if I could get an answer from him. Then, I found Marta leaving.

She was wearing a red, revealing dress, trying to straighten her ruffled hair. I didn’t need anyone to tell me those lips had been kissed. And when she saw me, she wore a triumphant smile.

I was beyond wounded. I couldn’t believe that Jaris had slept with her on a night like that. I understood that we weren’t supposed to have any form of romance, but how could he disrespect our bond like that?

“You want to work here?” Marta asked, pulling me out of my painful trance.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my composure. “Yes p>

“Why p>

I scoffed. “What do you mean ‘why’? Why do doctors work here p>

Her expression turned rigid. “I am interviewing you, Lyric. So, I’d suggest you watch your words p>

Right, I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. “I want to work here because I want to help people, as much as I can p>

Her gaze lingered on me before she lowered it to my file. She frowned. “You haven’t worked in a hospital before p>

The question made me a little edgy. “Um… I have, I just… I didn’t get to have it on my resume p>

“Why’s that? Were you kicked out or what?” I didn’t answer.

“Where was this p>

Oh no. I couldn’t answer that. No one could ever know where it was or what I had done there.

“I’m sorry, I can’t answer that.” I lowered my eyes to my legs. I didn’t need to look up at her to know she was displeased.

“Well, I guess I’m also sorry,” she said, closing my file and sliding it toward me. “But we don’t accept amateurs here at TCH. So, I can’t accept you p>