Werewolf

The corridor's disinfectant smell mixed with Lucia's expensive perfume. I mimicked her slightly trembling tone. "Darling, do you remember how that hospital was built from ruins? I gave so much for it. I didn't take a single share when we severed the bond. It belongs entirely to you now. What more do you want?"

Lucia's voice was feather-light. "Ms. Mila, Eric left you three properties, two sports cars, and twenty-three million in cash. We just need ten million for cash flow. The remainder is enough for you and your child to live comfortably."

Moonlight refracted coldly off her diamond earrings. Moon Goddess, how could she say such things with a straight face?

"Ms. Miller," I deliberately drew out my sigh. "Back then, investors valued the hospital at two hundred eighty million. What I took is mere pocket change compared to that."

Her fingers, painted with nude polish, suddenly clutched

Under the careful watch of my parents and the servants, Gianna was now toddling, and I was able to throw myself back into my career. Late in the study, my phone screen lit up with incessant message notifications from former colleagues at Lucia's Sanctuary on social media. These doctors, who had once fought side-by-side with me, were now struggling in that decaying hospital.

"For the Moon Goddess's sake," Dr. John's message was laced with clear anger, "That Lucia is treating the hospital like her personal playground. Yesterday, to cut costs, she actually used shamanic herbs instead of antibiotics! Last week's appendectomy nearly caused a major medical incident!"

I gently ran my finger along the rim of my coffee cup, the small spoon inside reflecting a cold light.

The photos sent by Nurse Katherine were even more distressing—the remaining surgical instruments in the storage room were ox

After hanging up, I stared at my reflection in the dressing table mirror, fingertips lightly brushing my freshly applied red lips.

Lucia's distress call was suspicious—with Eric's medical resources, he shouldn't need an ex's blood donation.

"I heard Eric is injured?" I called his assistant, deliberately mixing just the right amount of concern into my voice.

"Yes, Ms. Brown. How can I help you?" The young assistant sounded surprised.

"We were once mates. I should visit."

The assistant seemed relieved hearing this. "Alright, Mr. Davis is in the VIP ward. Should I inform him you're coming?"

"No need." I hung up.

I wanted to see what Miller was really up to.

Pushing open the VIP ward door, the smell of disinfectant mixed with a familiar cologne.

Eric lay alone in the hospital bed, a faint red stain seeping through the bandage on his forehead.

"Mila?" He turned his head, a flicker of light in his blue eyes that quickly died. "How did you…"

I gave him a gentle smile. "Miss Miller called me earlier, saying you were injured and needed a blood transfusion, so I came to check on you."

A brief spark flashed in his eyes, then vanished. "Thanks for your concern. I'm fine."

"Where's Miss Miller?"

"Probably handling other matters."

"I see. If you're fine, I'll head out then."

As I turned to leave, he suddenly spoke. "Where did you and Gianna… move to?"

"Why?"

Eric's Adam's apple bobbed. "I… I'd like to see the child."

My earlier offer for him to visit was just a tactic to fuel his guilt and expedite the divorce. Now he wants to see the child?

I didn't respond, walking out of the room without looking back.

Outside the room, Lucia Miller stood by the door. I didn't know how long she'd been there.

In the corridor, Lucia Miller stood like a startled fawn.

This was my first time seeing her in person—more exquisite and captivating than in the private investigator's photos.

When I saw her amber eyes, so similar to mine, a wave of nausea hit me.

So, in Eric's eyes, I was always just a poor substitute.

"Ms. Mila?" Her voice was sweet as honey. "I didn't think you'd actually come."

I walked straight past her, but she suddenly blocked my path. Her slender fingers gripped my sleeve with surprising strength.

"I truly didn't expect you to come. Thank you. I don't know many people here yet. I was just so panicked earlier that I called you. I hope I didn't disturb you?"

I couldn't be bothered to play along. "I'm glad he's okay. I'm leaving."

But Lucia Miller rushed in front of me, stopping me again. "Ms. Mila, there's actually something I wanted to discuss. Could you spare a few minutes?"

Hah, I knew Lucia Miller had an agenda for calling me here.

"What is it?" I forced a fake smile.

"The hospital is having cash flow problems…" She bit her lower lip. "When you severed the mate bond, Eric left everything to you. But this hospital is what he cares about most… Could you help him? For the sake of Lucia's Sanctuary, which was also your shared effort."

Looking at Lucia's expression, I found it laughable. So she coveted my assets.

Of course. Eric left all the family assets to me, only keeping the pack hospital. In his eyes, the hospital was a perpetual gold mine, far more valuable than the other assets.

Previously, Eric and I had clear roles: he handled administration and decisions at the hospital, while I managed finances.

So he didn't know the hospital was a money pit. All these years, it only stayed afloat thanks to my family's cash flow. Without that liquidity, the pack hospital would inevitably struggle.

With the hospital in trouble, Eric naturally found it hard to maintain Lucia's lavish spending.

I glimpsed Eric's expectant gaze through the crack in the door.

How ironic. He abandoned me for this woman, and now he expects his ex to save his legacy.


The corridor's disinfectant smell mixed with Lucia's expensive perfume. I mimicked her slightly trembling tone. "Darling, do you remember how that hospital was built from ruins? I gave so much for it. I didn't take a single share when we severed the bond. It belongs entirely to you now. What more do you want?"

Lucia's voice was feather-light. "Ms. Mila, Eric left you three properties, two sports cars, and twenty-three million in cash. We just need ten million for cash flow. The remainder is enough for you and your child to live comfortably."

Moonlight refracted coldly off her diamond earrings. Moon Goddess, how could she say such things with a straight face?

"Ms. Miller," I deliberately drew out my sigh. "Back then, investors valued the hospital at two hundred eighty million. What I took is mere pocket change compared to that."

Her fingers, painted with nude polish, suddenly clutched my sleeve.

"During your travels, you studied with shamans. Eric often mentioned it. He said buildi

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