Chapter 150

Side Story 16.

Clara POV

Growing up, I remember being loved — or at least I think I was. Now, all that remains are scattered fragments of those memories.

It feels like I both experienced love… and somehow never truly had it at all.

And worse, I was treated like something beneath a slave by the people I once believed were my parents — only to learn they never truly were.

I was just the child they adopted to fill the emptiness left behind by their sickly daughter, the one who had spent her entire life bedridden in the hospital.

But the moment they learned that same daughter had recovered, I became useless to them.

And because they couldn’t simply throw me onto the streets without the pack asking questions, they turned me i