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Main Flame 62

    Chapter <b>62 </b>


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    Julian’s <b>POV </b>


    After <b>a </b>day, I went to the hospital to check on Elder Jefferste had since been moved out of the emergency room and into his own room, so I felt confident that his situation was at least stable, if not improving


    Amber was in her office when I entered. Noah stood to greet me properly, but I held out my hand, indicating to him that everything was okay.


    “It’s alright, Noah,” Amber said and Noah sat back down at his chair. Amber stood though and gestured for me to sit in one of the seats facing her desk. “Alpha Julian. I assume you are here to check on Elder Jeffers’s status.”


    “Yes,” I said. “Beta has mentioned to me that the family seems conflicted over the treatments…”


    I moved to the chair, then waited for Amber to sit. She refused to until I did. Somehow we found ourselves in a politeness standoff. Then, <b>slowly</b>, we each sat down together<b>, </b>watching each other.


    Things remained tense even after that. It was still so unusual <b>to </b>treat Amber like this, and be treated simrly coolly in return. It almost felt like we were strangers rather than ex mates and lovers.


    But I needed to ept that this was just the way of things now. Amber had moved on before we even separated. I was a fool to think that she’d want me back now. I had to let her go.


    I still hadn’t signed the divorce papers, but I had looked at them several times in the past few days. Nearly every hour on the hour.


    I knew I had to sign them. I was just still trying to build up the nerve.


    “The family’s reaction was about what I expected,<i>” </i>she said.


    “How so?”


    “Some yelling. A lot of saying that I’m not doing enough. I can work on a cure, but given the weak state of the elder and his advanced age, our options are limited.”


    I leaned back in my chair. “What are the options?” I wanted to hear her tell me what was happening, so that I knew how to address the family were they toe to me directly for me to intervene. That happened sometimes, with important members of the council and otherwise.


    They always were looking for a miracle, and refused to take the doctor’s word for it that it was time to make ns and let go.


    I was no Healer myself. <b>I </b>could only trust what I was told. And even though Amber had cheated on me, betraying me personally, I still trusted her medical advice.


    She was a world renowned Healer, and I hadn’t stepped one foot inside an advanced healing college ssroom. So when she told me all the options, I believed her, and when she exined the risks, I understood.


    The family wanted to wake Elder Jeffers and push for the forced shift, but the waking of Elder Jeffers might be enough to kill him in his weakened state. The family didn’t believe that.


    Everyone was looking for their miracle.


    “I’m searching for a way to stabilize him, so that we can at least wake him up,” Amber said. “Once he’s awake, can make his own choice on how to continue.”


    “And a cure?” I asked.


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    “<b>I’m </b>trying, as is Eric and Craig Noah’s been running tests But there is a reason a cure has not been developed yet. It is no easy task. <b>What </b>you are asking me to do is find way to extend life itself. I wish I could, but…”


    <b>“</b><b>I </b>understand,” I said. Though she was acting coolly and professionally, I knew her well enough to see the stress in her brow and her eyes. She didn’t like being on the backfoot like this, and I couldn’t me her.


    <b>I </b>almost regretted asking her to help the elder like this, but she likely would have stepped in anyway, and there was no one else I could trust so implicitly with his care<b>. </b>


    Chapter <b>63 </b>
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