The Luna Choosing Game

Forcing my voice level, I asked, “Why wasn’t I previously informed that Elva was suffering from a

terminal illness?”

The pitying one pushed his glasses up his nose with his index finger. “Perhaps we were optimistic before. But she has since taken a turn for the worst. We aren’t fortunetellers, ma’am.”

That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “So you won’t treat her? At all?”

The pitying one shrugged. “What’s the point?” He placed his hand on my shoulder, and it took everything within me not to shove him away. “Giving up now is for the best. You’ll see that soon enough.”

“I will never agree with that,” I said. “Elva is worth saving. At least try. Please. I’m begging you.

The doctor with the pitying look shook his head. He called to his colleague. “We’re done here.” a

“No…” My legs went weak.

As one doctor walked straight out the door, the other, the one with the blank expression stopped at my

side.

In a whisper that no one else could hear, she told me, “Perhaps leaving the palace would be better for

her.”

I looked at her in confusion, but she offered no further explanation. She left the room without glancing

back

Was she insinuating that someone here might have done something to Elva? Or was she saying that no one here would help her because of who she was?

I collapsed. I would have likely banged my knees on the floor if my maid hadn’t caught me and helped.

me down.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t let Elva die! Even if she was sick enough… even if it was fated… didn’t

she deserve some treatment?

The poor girl was in pain!

Miss Piper said the second maid from Elva’s bedside,

Aluson I pushed myself back to my feet and scrambled to Elva’s side: Her little hand was reaching out

in both of mine

“It’s okay, honey. Mommy’s here now. It’s going to be okay.”

She seemed soothed by my presence, enough to fall asleep.

I glanced at the second maid, who was diligent in holding that compress and watching Elva. Confident she would alert me if something else occurred, I stepped back from the bed to consult with the doctors.

As I came toward them, they stopped their hushed words to each other and looked at me. One wore a blank expression. The other had a pitying look.

a fever?” I asked. “What’s her new

at each other, then back

treatment plan,”

have misheard. “Excuse

a tiny condescending smile. I hated him more than anyone else

at that moment.

“We hope you will see reason, and give up on wanting to

hot. “You are talking about a person

needs put

those with hope of survival,”

hated her

to help a child? Why hadn’t that been mentioned earlier? Julian had made it seem like they would take care of Elva, since she

saying she didn’t

tell me this before?” I asked. My voice was rising with my

already, and no one said a

There’s no need to shout,” said the pitying one. “We can hear

expression crossed

it came out shaking. I

work. For Elva’s sake, I had to submit to

I

Chapter 0022

I previously informed that Elva

terminal illness?”

his nose with his index finger. “Perhaps

But she has since taken a turn for the worst. We aren’t

what I wanted to hear. “So you won’t

He placed his hand on my

not to shove him away. “Giving up now is for the best.

is worth

pitying look shook his head. He called to his colleague. “We’re

legs

one doctor walked straight out the door, the other, the one with

side.

that no one else could hear, she told me,

her.”

her in confusion, but she offered no further

back

someone here might have done something to Elva? Or was she saying

her because of who

on the floor if my

me down.

let Elva die! Even if she was sick enough… even if it was fated…

she deserve some treatment?

poor girl was

said the second

back to my feet and scrambled to Elva’s side. Her little hand was reaching

“It hurts…”