When she got to Andrew, she pointed at me and snapped, âAndrew, seriously? Youâre bringing this mixed-blood witch home?â
Andrew gave me a quick look and then answered, âYeah.
Shirley, is there an issue?â
So, this was Shirley?
Hearing her name, I was momentarily surprised.
Wasnât this the name the nurse mentioned as the clan leaderâs daughter and Andrewâs childhood sweetheart?
Debraâs POV:
Ivy looked from Shirley to Andrew, clearly puzzled, and asked, âArenât they childhood sweethearts? Why does Andrew seem so formal with Shirley, almost Like heâs keeping his distance?â
I felt the same oddness but didnât know enough about their past to comment, so I simply shook my
head and said, âI donât know.
Itâs not our place to get involved.
Like I told the nurse, Andrew helped me out once.
Thatâs the extent of our connection.
His private life isnât my business.
â
âThat makes sense,â Ivy agreed.
We remained quietly on the sidelines, keeping out of it.
Yet, Shirley looked visibly upset that I was going to stay at Andrewâs house.
Clenching her teeth, she confronted him.
âAndrew, sheâs just a lowly mixed-blood witch.
Why would you let her into your house? She doesnât deserve it!â
Ivy rolled her eyes at those words.
Mockingly, she said, âIt seems like these people were all made from the same mold, always talking about unworthiness.
Iâm starting to doubt if we truly live in this world.
How have I not died of rage before losing my memories?â
I couldnât help but smile at Ivyâs sharp words.
Regarding Shirleyâs protest, Andrew remained composed and assertive.
âShirley, this is my decision.
She lives on my grounds, and itâs my decision to evaluate her worthiness, not anyone elseâs.
â
His words were clear, his tone polite yet detached throughout.
Shirleyâs face twisted in anger, her foot hitting the ground in frustration.
Realizing it was pointless to argue with Andrew, she turned her glare towards me.
Huh?
What now?
I had an uneasy feeling about this.
Ivy tensed up and cautioned, âHoney, be careful.
Sheâs eyeing you with no good intentions.
â
Sure enough, Shirley looked at me with even more disdain than the nurses.
âYouâre just a lowly mixed-blood witch.
Are you trying to compete for Andrewâs attention? You really donât know your place!â