Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 95: The way Sandra spoke, dripping with smugness, made it sound like she was royalty. Elvira felt her stomach twist. She had no patience for arrogant fools.

Without hesitating, Maia stepped in front of Kathie. Calm and composed, she locked eyes with Sandra. There was a sharp gleam hidden in her relaxed gaze. In a voice cold as ice, she said, "Rosanna grew up in the slums, too. So tell me, by your logic, does that make her garbage as well? And she couldn't come to such a place, too, right?"

Sandra's temper flared instantly. "Rosanna's not like you! She's been out of that gutter for years! And she's got Morgan blood! That sets you and her apart!"

The mention of Morgan hit Elvira like a slap. Now it made sense. These were the same Morgans who had thrown Maia behind bars. Disgust welled up in Elvira's chest, heavier than before. Maia arched a brow. "Blood is blood. It's cells and plasma, not some fancy last name. If yours is so special, maybe we should draw some and see what you're really made of. And if our blood isn't the same… maybe you're not even human."

She then looked over at Kathie and the others standing nearby. "If they're not human… then what exactly are they?"

"Beasts!" Ethan's voice rang out from somewhere behind Maia, loud and certain.

After everything they had done to Maia - setting her up and throwing her behind bars - calling them monsters felt like giving them too much credit. A loud laugh burst from Elvira. She tossed Ethan a quick thumbs-up when no one was looking.

Color rushed to Ethan's cheeks, and he dropped his head in a hurry.

"You!" Sandra barked, her face darkening to an ugly shade of crimson. She jabbed a finger in Ethan's direction and shouted, "Who do you think you're calling us beasts, you little brat?"

At that, Maia's eyes darkened. She casually rolled her wrist and said, "Sandra, insult my brother again, and I promise, words won't be the only thing you'll have to worry about."

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Sandra stumbled back, clutching her forehead. "Oh no… my migraine! It's flaring up again!"

Moving quickly, Rosanna rushed to steady Sandra. Her gaze found Maia, pleading and cautious. "Maia, please. Mom's not well. We only came to see Dr. Cullen today. Her migraines are serious… She can't handle stress. Please don't upset her."

Years of grinding through stressful work had left Sandra with a stubborn migraine condition. The attacks came and went, robbing her of sleep and peace whenever they pleased. She had spent years chasing treatments across Wront, sitting through consultations with some of the city's best doctors, but a cure had always slipped through her fingers.

When she heard that Elvira was visiting from Drakmire to consult at the Primary Healthcare Center, Sandra had gone so far as to pay an outrageous amount to a scalper just to snag an appointment. Never in her wildest imagination did she expect to run headfirst into Maia today.

Maia quirked an eyebrow and flicked a look at Elvira, who stood nearby, thoroughly entertained. A dry laugh escaped her lips. "She's a patient? Newsflash, so are we. We're here for Dr. Cullen too."

"You? See Dr. Cullen?" Sandra lifted her head, looking as if she had just heard the funniest joke. "Someone like her would never waste time treating people like you. Her appointments are nearly impossible to get. Even I had to pull strings and spend a fortune just to secure one. And you? What are you paying her with - your thick skin?"

"You bought that appointment slot from others?" Elvira suddenly spoke up from the side.

Sandra flipped her hair with a smug toss, arrogance radiating off her as she said, "Damn right I did. Dropped ten grand on it! Bet you have never even seen that kind of cash."

Elvira sneered. "Funny. I seem to remember Dr. Cullen making it very clear that buying and selling appointments would get them canceled on the spot."

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