The healer turned the ledger stone so Aria could see the name inscribed beneath the payment mark.
The moment Aria read it, fury surged through her veins.
Caleb Lutherford.
Her fingers tightened around the pouch of coins.
How dare he?
The healer shifted nervously as Aria’s expression darkened.
“I want that payment reversed,” Aria said coldly.
Her voice remained steady, but anger burned beneath every word.
“Return the gold he gave. I will cover my brother’s care myself.”
She placed her pouch firmly on the counter.
The healer hesitated but nodded slowly. Matters involving Alphas were rarely questioned—but Aria’s determination made it clear this was not negotiable.
Aria grabbed the pouch again and strode out of the healers’ hall, her mind blazing with anger.
He had already destroyed their lives.
And now he wanted to pretend he was helping?
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She arrived at Caleb’s estate soon after.
The place was painfully familiar.
Once, it had been filled with warm memories—late evenings waiting for him, quiet meals shared beneath the moonlight, whispered conversations about the future they once believed they would have together.
Now the place felt suffocating.