Chapter 112
Chapter 112
3rd Person’s POV
The day of the first official meeting for the MDT Project arrived beneath a pale silver dawn.
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Lylah stepped onto the grounds of Lunar Grace long before most of the others. The conference chamber buzzed with low conversation–participants who had passed the selection process gathered in clusters, nearly all flanked by their supervising professors.
Lylah had no one beside her.
‘Professor Clark would come. She told herself that firmly. ‘Just late p>
She refused to call him. She knew his temperament well enough. He despised being disturbed at night or at dawn.
As she stepped inside, the hum of voices thinned–just slightly–enough for her to notice.
“ Is she from Modern Healing? ” someone murmured under their breath. “I’ve never seen her before p>
“Look at her badge,” another whispered, not bothering to mask the contempt in his face. “She’s from the Traditional department p>
A soft scoff followed. “What is she thinking? Every Traditional class student who joins our project always quits halfway through. They don’t have the brains to keep up. And in the end, we’re the ones forced to slow down p>
“ I agree. ”
The whispers coiled around her like smoke.
Lylah did not falter.
She walked down the aisle, chin lifted, spine straight, and took her seat without haste.
The door opened again.
Conversations died altogether as Corvin Vale entered. Behind him followed the Vale team–the prodigies he personally mentored. Among them was Cora.
Like the rest of the room, Lylah rose and offered a respectful bow as Vale passed.
Cora’s gaze locked onto her instantly.
For a fleeting second, the scent of rain seemed to return.
Cora still hadn’t uncovered why one of those two men had come to pick Lylah up that night–nor why he had claimed, without hesitation, that he was in her service.
‘So the man holding the umbrella…‘ Her thoughts tightened, nails dragging absently against the armrest as her wolf paced in restless curiosity.
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Then a low, careless voice cut through the quiet.
“Look, Cora, she’s alone today,” Alexander Blackridge said, not even trying to lower his voice. “And without Clark Grimwood, she looks so out of her depth. Just a clueless idiot pretending she belongs among us p>
“Alex,” Cora murmured sharply. “Lower your voice p>
Since the incident in the laboratory, Vale’s demeanor toward the two of them had cooled perceptibly. Cora had no desire to test his patience further.
Alexander only smirked. “I should’ve known. Grimwood was never going to waste his time backing up his own students. She’s probably trying not to cry right now p>
Cora’s eyes flickered back to Lylah.
It was true–Clark Grimwood was nowhere to be seen.
He had claimed Lylah as his student, only to vanish on the morning that mattered most?
What a joke.
Across the room, Lylah suddenly rose and excused herself.
Alexander huffed. “Maybe she’s finally come to her senses and decided to withdraw p>
But Cora didn’t want Lylah to leave.
No–she wanted her to stay.
She wanted to see how long Lylah could last in this den of Modern Healing’s finest–without allies, without connections, and apparently without a mentor.
She wanted her to endure… right up until the moment she broke.
“Let’s see,” she murmured, a smile curving her lips.
The door opened once more, and Lylah stepped back inside. Her footsteps were steady.
Cora’s lips curved faintly.
Still alone.
Lylah crossed the room beneath the weight of watching eyes and reclaimed her seat as if the silence pressing against her meant nothing. Her chin remained lifted, her posture unbent.
Cora studied her carefully.
‘Grimwood has abandoned her and she still dares to lift her chin?‘ A slow, satisfied breath left her.
‘Stand tall while you can, Lylah. Her eyes glinted with malice. ‘It won’t last long.
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