Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 198

Chapter 198: Want To Be A Good Mother?

Roman’s POV

I took Eira to Isla’s office. Clearly Eira wasn’t pleased, but she was following through it. Isla welcomed her with a pleasant smile.

Eira was sitting in a single chair opposite the couch in her office.

"How are you doing, Eira?" Isla asked her, as she offered her a smile.

Eira didn’t respond to her and sat on the couch opposite to Isla.

I offered a light nod to Isla and left the office door, only to enter the side room to keep watch on Eira through the glass partition. I could hear them talk as well.

"See, today the windows here are wide open," Isla said, "Liam is too boring and keeps the window of his office closed. But, I prefer to keep my office full of fresh air."

Eira looked towards the window and then looked back at Isla.

"I heard there’s a sweet little guy in your home now, along with four new kittens?" Isla just knew how to get her attention.

Eira hummed.

"I saw the child just a while ago with Alpha Kael. Indeed an adorable child," Isla commented.

"Raven," Eira interrupted her, "His name."

"Oh! Thank you for letting me know," Isla said.

Isla clearly knew his name, as he was her next patient. Just the tactics to make Eira talk.

"Hmm, so let’s talk about how you are feeling these days," Isla said, "Are you enjoying your time with Raven?"

Eira nodded lightly.

"What about your wolf?" Isla asked.

Eira frowned and looked towards the window.

"If you are planning to jump, I must warn you, you won’t die because of your wolf. But you will be crippled for a life," Isla said calmly, "And Raven will have to see a bedridden woman as his mother. The poor kid wouldn’t be able to enjoy mother’s warmth."

Eira looked back at her. "Did I say I want to jump from there, or I want to take my life?"

"You certainly did not, but the way you looked at the window...."

"When I wanted to die, you kept the damn windows locked. And when I didn’t even say anything, you are showing me the way to take my life," Eira said, her voice cold with a tinge of annoyance. "Are you looking forward to seeing me dead or what? Is this how you push your patients to death so you won’t have to bother treating them?"

"Definitely not," Isla was still calm and unaffected. "I get paid for each session. If I push my patients to death, I won’t earn anything. So you know, I want my patients to keep living."

"You are the worst and greedy doctor," Eira spat.

"I have to be greedy to keep mine and my daughter’s stomach full," Isla said. "Won’t you want your child to have a good life and do anything for that? And, I do help patients by treating them."

I didn’t know what Isla was trying to do, but two things I was sure about.

First, this was the language Eira understood—where she got the chance to argue and express herself, instead of someone talking calmly to her and her ignoring them in return. Now I knew how Rafe got her attention all the time.

The second thing, Isla just confirmed, Eira had no will to take her life now. She had dropped that idea. I took a deep sigh of relief at it.

"These days, you must feel mentally positive and stronger than before," Isla concluded, "and it helps your mind think clearly, unlike feeling dazed, angered, bitter, and confused like before."

Eira didn’t respond. As expected, she only liked to argue.

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