After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 41

Issca’s voice was calm, and it soothed me like a balm on a wound. I forced a smile, wanting to appear stronger than I felt. "I’m okay, just… processing everything.Perhaps, I need to trouble you to send me to a medical organization tomorrow, for a medical checkup ...... because I haven't got my car back yet."

Issca nodded, understanding the weight of what I had been through. He looked around my kitchen, taking in the mess of papers and the half-eaten sandwich on the counter. "You’ve been busy, I see."

"Yeah, just trying to figure things out," I replied, avoiding his gaze.

Issca leaned against the counter, arms crossed. His brow furrowed in confusion. "How are you holding up? "

I paused, glancing down at the papers again. "I’ve been through worse, Issca. Much worse. And I’ve survived."

He sat down across from me, studying my face. "You look... different," he finally said. "Lighter, maybe."

I smiled, though it didn’t quite reach my eyes. "I feel different. It’s strange, but now that the lawsuit’s over and Nathan’s... well, out of the picture, I feel like I can breathe again."

I met his gaze, determination flooding my chest. "I’m sure. I’ve wasted enough time. It’s time to move on."

Issca nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Well, if anyone can do it, it’s you, Grace."

Next morning, Issca’s car rumbled softly as it moved down the road, the steady hum filling the silence between us. He’d always been the quiet type, never pushing too hard or asking too many questions. But today, I could feel the weight of his unspoken thoughts hanging in the air, just as heavy as my own.

I glanced out the window, watching the trees blur past as we neared the medical organization. My heart raced, though I tried my best to hide it. **Tina, my wolf, stirred restlessly inside me**, her energy brushing against my mind, both curious and concerned.

"You’re awfully quiet," Issca finally said, his voice low but filled with a gentle warmth. He kept his eyes on the road, but I could tell he was watching me in his peripheral vision, trying to read the unspoken tension.

I forced a smile, though I wasn’t sure if it convinced either of us. "Just a routine checkup," I replied, keeping my tone light, almost casual.

Issca nodded, but I saw the way his brow furrowed ever so slightly. He didn’t believe me, and deep down, I knew I couldn’t blame him. He’d known me long enough to recognize when I was hiding something. Still, he didn’t press further, respecting my boundaries as he always did.

"Yes, I’m Grace. I have a checkup scheduled," I said, my voice a little quieter than I intended.

"Grace?"

Then I heard it—the sharp, familiar sound of heels clicking on the polished floor. I glanced up, and my heart nearly stopped. There, just a few feet away, stood Vesta.

My Vesta.she called, her voice filled with both shock and excitement.

The girl I once called my sister. She looked polished and professional, her white lab coat crisp. Her eyes widened with disbelief as a smile broke across her face.

I blinked, struggling to find my voice. "Vesta?" My voice came out weak, barely a whisper.

Before I could react, Vesta was striding over to me, her face lighting up with the same warmth that had comforted me years ago.