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But my mind was a complete blank.
I couldn’t give Noah the reaction he was looking for.
The intense, burning hope in his eyes gradually cooled.
Someone came rushing down the hall from the elevator. A well–dressed man in a suit, a head taller than Noah, stopped in front of him and bowed his head.
His voice was pleading “Young Master, the car is waiting downstairs. You’re going to be late for school.”
Noah slowly lowered his dark lashes.
It looked like disappointment.
He turned to leave, his movements sharp and decisive. But after turning, he paused for a moment. His brow furrowed again.
He looked at the large glass window across the hall and said, “You should get those injuries treated ”
I followed his gaze to my reflection in the glass, to the crude bandages wrapped around my arm and right leg.
The System hadn’t given me any special advantages when I arrived. The little money I had was barely enough for food and shelter. I couldn’t afford to go to a hospital Noah was already gone.
My gaze drifted from the window to the blurred reflection of my own face.
There was a mottled scar on my right cheek.
The System said I had died
Noah was already gone.
My gaze drifted from the window to the blurred reflection of my own face.
