The Rise Of The Unwanted Girl (Athena) novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508

She quickly knelt down to clean up the mess. “Sorry, Marquita,” she said with an apologetic pout, “It was just an accident”

“Don’t you give me that! It’s only because Lady Athena is so generous that she puts up with you. If it were me, I’d have kicked you out long ago Marquita replied.

While the two chattered and bickered away, Athena found their lively noise anything but annoying.

Athena rested her chin in her hand, watching them with a fond smile as their banter echoed through the room. It was in these small, noisy moments that she felt the warmth of home most clearly.

Suddenly, Trina yelped and clutched her finger.

As soon as she saw the bright red blood welling up, Trina burst into frightened sobs, her voice trembling as she cried, “Oh Marquita, I’m bleeding!”

Marquita immediately stopped scolding and quickly pulled Trina’s hand over, frowning as she saw the wound. “Ouch, that’s quite deep! Go tend to it right away, I’ll clean up this mess here.”

Athena grabbed the ointment. “Come here, Trina,” she called gently. “Let me take a look.”

With tears still glistening on her cheeks, Trina approached Athena. As Athena gently applied the ointment and noticed her red, puffy nose from crying, a small, fond smile tugged at her lips.

Trina might act all carefree and thick–skinned most of the time, but when it came to pain, she was the biggest softie around.

Moments like this, with her sobbing like that, made it clear as day.

Once the ointment was applied, Athena gave Trina three days off. The woman’s tears instantly turned into a beaming smile.

Just then, Lance walked in from outside and said to Athena, “Viscountess, someone is here seeking your medical help.”

Athena looked surprised and asked, “Who is it?”

Lance hesitated, looking troubled. “She’s the Chief of the Federal Bureau’s concubine.”

Athena paused for a moment upon hearing who it was. Then her eyes lit up with interest. “Have her wait in the reception hall,” she said.

Marquita and Trina exchanged puzzled glances.

Marquita said with evident distaste, “Lady Athena, we absolutely cannot allow someone like that into our household. How could she possibly deserve your medical treatment?”

“Exactly! If she comes into our household, who knows what kind of gossip might start,” Trina chimed in.

Athena, however, had made up her mind. “A healer must act with kindness. If she came to me, then she must be at the end of her ro

“You’re too soft–hearted, Lady.” Trina sighed, albeit reluctantly trailing after her.

When they entered the reception hall, they saw a woman standing there alone in a peach–pink gown; the color reserved for concubines.

Moreover, her face also bore wounds. Faint bloodstains seeped through her sleeves, suggesting she was injured.

Upon seeing Athena, Belle’s face turned pale with terror, She unexpectedly dropped to her knees before herand said in a trembling voler voreatings

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Viscountess.”

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