Marked by Loss Chapter 06

Marked by Loss Chapter 06

I lay in the operating room for two days. 

When I woke up, everything around me was stark white. 

The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air. I had always hated hospitals. 

Every time I smelled it, I was haunted by the memory of Harper’s death. That memory had haunted me like a relentless nightmare ever since. 

I struggled to sit up, but Landon was immediately at my side, pressing me back onto the bed. 

He looked haggard, dark circles under his eyes. 

“You’re awake…” 

“The healer said you cut too deep. You almost didn’t make it.” 

“Don’t move, or the wound could reopen.” 

His voice sounded tight, with a hint of concern I hadn’t heard 

in years. It grated on me. 

I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him, refusing to speak. 

After a long silence, he finally rasped, his voice hoarse, “For your legs… I found the most renowned healer. He says he can help you.” 

I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms. 

“You were the one who threw me down the stairs. And now, 

who are you putting on this act for?” 

“What do you want from me? I have nothing left.” 

Landon’s face went pale. He opened his mouth, voice trembling with guilt. 

“I just… I just found Harper’s medical records.” 

The moment I heard my daughter’s name, my body tensed. I clenched my jaw hard. 

“I thought you were lying to me before… I didn’t know.” 

I slapped him hard across the face, tears finally spilling over. 

“Checking her records would have been easy! You have betas, pack elders, countless people at your disposal–and you still didn’t know?” 

“You just didn’t care! You didn’t care how I and our daughter lived!” 

“She’s been dead for three years, and you never once saw 

her!” 

“You never cared about Harper! Stop pretending to care. It 

makes me sick!” 

I gasped for air, struggling to stay on my feet as my vision 

started to fade. 

Landon turned his face. A clear red mark traced his cheek. 

His eyes were red, shoulders trembling, throat quivering as he let out a low whimper. 

“I’m sorry…” 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it. I really didn’t know.” 

I gritted my teeth, wishing I could tear him apart with my bare 

hands. 

“Do you have any idea…” 

“Just fifty thousand. That’s all it would have taken to save Harper!” 

“You drove her to death!” 

“She could have lived.” 

“I didn’t even get to see her shift, to take her to the beach to 

watch the sunset, to climb the tree she always loved–she just… died.” 

Landon’s expression shifted. He looked at me, lost, helpless. 

“Fifty thousand? Didn’t I already give it to you?” 

I grabbed the cup from the bedside and hurled it at him. 

Blood ran down his forehead as I screamed. 

“The card was empty! Not a single cent!” 

Landon froze, pale as death, trembling all over. His eyes were filled with regret and fear as he lowered his head and dialed a 

number. 

“Why… why was there no money on the card I gave Elena?”