Chapter 86 Cringe

Chapter 86 Cringe

Aurora's eyes flicked open, and she found herself sitting up in an unfamiliar bed. She rubbed her eyes with her hand and stretched her body, letting out a cute yawn before taking a moment to get her bearings.

The first thing she noticed was that her body felt different, surprisingly good. It was a stark contrast to the constant pain she was accustomed to. No aches, no bruises, no pain at all.

She gingerly examined her body, marveling at the absence of the usual marks. This newfound change felt both strange and wonderful.

However, like a lightning bolt, the memory of the previous day came rushing back. She quickly realized that she wasn't in her own room, although she wouldn't admit it in public, her room was filled with giant pink teddy bears.

But this room looked different, it was very plain. A wave of realization washed over her, and her eyes widened as she recalled the events from the day before.

She quickly jumped up from the bed, checking the time immediately, she saw it was already passed 8.

'No!'? Panic set in as she screamed inwardly, realizing that she was running late. She dashed to the door, flinging it open, and stepped into the living room where Atticus and Ember were sitting at the table.

Their gazes turned toward her as she entered. Aurora immediately smelt the scent of food in the air making stomach growl loudly.

She quickly placed her hand over her mouth and cleared her throat awkwardly, her cheeks turning beet red.

Atticus, looking somewhat amused by her predicament, broke the silence. "Come sit and eat," he said.

Atticus placed a plate of food in front of her and went to sit down himself, starting to eat.

Aurora watched as they both ate, seemingly unbothered and carefree. She turned her gaze to the food in front of her and thought, 'It looks so good.'

With the hellish training she went through every day, she rarely had the luxury of savoring the taste of her meals. The pain in her body often overshadowed any enjoyment of food.

She stretched her hand and grabbed a spoon, scooping a spoonful of the food. As it entered her mouth, it was immediately bombarded with delicious taste.

She took another spoonful and kept eating, not realizing when tears started streaming from her eyes. Atticus watched her without saying anything, releasing a small sigh, and continued eating.

Once they were done eating, Atticus turned his gaze to Aurora, who had already stopped crying. She also turned to face him, her eyes still puffy.

"I'm not going to mince my words," Atticus began. "Your father is foolish for treating you that way."

His words made Aurora clench her fist. Despite her father's terrible treatment, he was still her father.

Atticus noticed her reaction but ignored it. He continued, "I'm sure you already know, but the reason why he's like that is because he's trying to take down the main family."

Aurora's eyes widened; Atticus was being incredibly direct. Most people would avoid this delicate topic, but Atticus seemed determined to be blunt.

"I'm sure you already know why he's trying to do that, so I don't have to go there. Here's the thing, Aurora: you're going to have to make a choice. The main family is standing in the way of your father's revenge, so he's trying to get rid of us, no matter the cost."

Aurora's hand clenched harder as she understood the implication of those words, 'no matter the cost,' even if it meant sacrificing his own daughter.

"You can either keep doing what he wants and keep suffering or simply don't. You're in the camp, you're a trainee; he can't do anything to you here. So you have three years to figure out what you want to do. I won't force you to do anything; this is entirely your choice. But if you choose the latter, despite how cringe this sounds, I will offer you my protection."n-.O)(v/)e//L--b(.1(/n