Page 46 of Whispers of Wisteria
“Bianca.” Dr. Kohler touched my shoulder as my hand closed over the doorknob. “No matter what it is, even in the best-case scenario, things will get worse if you don’t take care of it.”
I couldn’t breathe, and my stomach churned in pain. “W-worse?”
“You could become infertile,” she replied.
“What do you care?” I faced her, hysteria ripping from my throat. “I’m not supposed to have children anyway,” I reminded her. “Isn’t that why everyone decided to ruin my life?”
Dr. Kohler watched me with wide eyes—belatedly, I realized she’d never seen me angry.
“I’ve always cared,” she replied, wiping her hands. “That should be obvious by now. I only want you to be happy.”
“Well, guess what? I’m not happy.” The room spun, and I clenched my fists, fighting to keep my balance.
Julian reached for me. “Darling, I—”
He froze when I glared at him. “You told me I could say no,” I accused.
“Youcansay no!” he said. “But let’s look at other options. Then we’ll go home. But first, you need to calm down.”
“I’m fine!” I hissed and slammed open the door.
How dare he; he was the one who’d told me this was under my control. Suddenly, in my anger, the pain was much easier to ignore.
“I’m leaving,” I called behind me, unable to look at them anymore. “Thanks for seeing me.”
I stalked out and almost fell into the pink-scrubbed nurse from earlier. She nearly dropped the tray she was carrying and barely regained her footing in time to prevent herself from crashing into the floor.
“Mrs.—” she began, but I stepped around her.
“Sorry.” The heat rose to the back of my neck. This was the last thing I needed—more people to witness my humiliation. “It was nice to meet you.”
Someone moved to the doorway, but I wouldn’t let them stop me. I took off down the hallway. Bryce was still in the waiting room, face buried in his phone as I burst through the double doors.
He didn’t even have time to stand before I’d left the building.
Julian POV
Catalina loomed in the doorway with her hands on her hips as she glared between us. Finally, her gaze—as expected—settled on me.
“What did you do to her?” she asked, glowering.
I sighed. With Miles growing stronger, the other witches were starting to step up.
But she wasn’t my priority right now.
“Well,” Mom said and touched her head. “That went as well as expected. I really should call Jameson. It’s way past time for him to be involved.”
Catalina looked back at her, her posture faltering.
I frowned.
“What’s the point?” I asked and moved towards the door. “She’ll never let him see her. I don’t have time for this. I’ll convince her to come back so we can talk.”
Titus stepped in front of me. “I’ll go.”
“You?” I glared at him. After how useless he’d been? “What are you going to do? Because just standing there was so helpful already.”
“She doesn’t need me to speak for her,” he said, and a pang shot through my chest. “You need to stop treating her like she’s helpless.”
