Sold To The Ruthless Alpha

Loreen furiously shook her head at the doctor standing in front of her, "Yo-you're lying," Little bubbles of tears welled up in her eyes, and her body trembled in agitation. "Tell me you're lying to me," Her watery eyes stared at him, clearly unwilling to believe that her mother was dead.

"I am sorry, miss Loreen. We did try our-"

"No, you didn't!!" Loreen yelled, with her finger pointing at the doctor. "The only thing you did was to let her die!" Her body quivered uncontrollably, and she shoved the vase on the receptionist's counter to the floor, shattering it to pieces.

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"Miss Loreen, we need you to-"

"I want to see my mother," She turned to the doctor, and her hand balled into a fist. Her breathing became heavy and her eyes became a few shades of red.

"Miss Loreen, You're not in a good state of mind to see-"

"I said I want to see my mother!" She screamed and grabbed the doctor by the collar. Her red eyes dangerously stared at him and her hot breath fanned his face. "Take me to my mother!"

The doctor pinched between his brows and proceeded to free himself from her grip. However, he was furiously thrown to the floor by her.

Loreen glanced at him and walked past him with her hand tightly clenched into a fist. She wandered past different rooms, stomping every step she took in annoyance, and her eyes darted from side to side. She finally halted in front of a door with "A10" written on top of it, and her eyes narrowed into a thin line.

She took a deep breath and pushed the door open. Her slender body slipped inside and her eyes peeked at the table that had someone covered in white clothing lying on it.

Her fist clenched tightly, and she slowly made her way towards the table. The closer she got to the table, the more her body trembled nervously. She stood beside the slab and stared at the body covered in white clothing. Loreen reached out her twitching hand and slowly pulled the clothing down to view the face of the corpse.

Her eyes blinked in agitation and bubbles of tears filled her large eyes. "Mu-mum," Her knees became vulnerable and she fell to the floor. Her trembling hand caressed her mother's face, and she felt deep rage burn within her. "Mother," she whispered once again.

Loreen clutched her heart tightly and hatefully stared at her dead mother. "You promised... you wouldn't leave." She grasped her mother, and her face grimaced in rage. "You lied to me! You fucking lied to me!" She released her grip and slipped to the floor. Her knees curled up to her chest and her head shook in disbelief. "You left me alone in this world."

A pessimistic chuckle escaped her mouth, and her gaze became distant and lost. The lines of tears on her face gradually dried from the gentle breeze that brushed against her face.

He let her die! He let her die! Her head bobbed in annoyance and her hand balled into a tight fist. Loreen stood up and glanced at her mother's dead body one last time. She let out a soft sigh with closed eyes and left the room. With an indifferent face, she walked past the doctors and nurses who were staring at her with pitiful eyes and grabbed a bat stick lying beside the exit door, then made her way out of the hospital.

She wandered to a shop that sold alcoholic beers and bought one. Her lips curled into a grin and her grip on the bat stick in her hand tightened as deep rage burned strongly within her. Her next destination is home.

The gate to a beautiful mansion opened, revealing a young girl standing in the heavy rain with a bat stick in her right hand and a bottle of beer in her left hand.

From inside the mansion, the maids dilated their eyes when they saw the young girl and hurriedly ambled outside. Their intent gaze sized her up, and one of them couldn't help but ask, "Is she okay?"...

"She doesn't look okay to me," some muttered, feeling a bit at a loss.

With folded arms, two beautiful young girls, who seemed to be sisters, walked out of the mansion and seized the young girl with their intent stare. One of the two of them raised her brow with a leisurely expression.