Ferris remained silentb, /bnot speaking.

His silence was acknowledgment.

My chest tightened as if wed viciously by sharp talons.

raughed awkwardly twiceb, /btrying bto /bsmooth things bover/bb: /b“That can’t be right. Aurora is a good bsister/bb–/bhow could she possibly bgive /bme a cheap knockoff?

Don’t be mean.b” /b

She spoke diplomatically, but I still caught a btrace /bof evasion and disdain in the depths of her eyes.

That was bthe /barrogance belonging to high–ranking werewolves and noble bloodlines–their instinctive unwillingness bto /bassociate with “low–ss bloodlines.b” /b

bMy /bheart turned ice–cold.

I was willing to give this expensive scarf because ra and Ethan had once shown me slight kindness in the Pack.

Three years ago, bI /bcame to Silver Moon Pack aloneb, /bcarrying only a travel bag.

Because I wasn’t pure werewolf enough, with a mother of lowly birth, no one was even willing to publicly acknowledge my

Ferrisb–/bmy nominal mateb, /bSilver Moon’s current Alpha–had always been indifferent to me.

never borrowed any bof /bhis power, finding work at the medical center through my own abilities.

n my first year as just an intern physician, my monthly sry was meager, yet I never used Ferris’s money again.

bAt /bthe medical center, I bwas /bChief Physician Aurora.

No one knew that I had be one of the foremost great physicians in the werewolf world.

Actually, I had another identity–Moonveil.

bloodline.

During my service in the war zone, I became famous overnight after treating twelve critically injured and dying warriors in one go.

Jecause of my calm demeanor and superb medical skills, and because I always wore a veil to conceal my identity, they gave me the title Moonveil.

ubsequently, multiple powerfulbat Packs including Frostbite, ck Mountain, and Green Vine extended olive branches to me, offering high annual ries and residential privileges, just wanting me to be their Pack’s chief medical advisor-

But bI /brefused them all.

Because I loved Ferris. I was his Luna. I would rather be an inconspicuous physician in a small facility.

As long as I could stay by his side.

bEven /bsob, /bhe still arranged for Ashley to steal the position that should have been mine.

bHowever/bb, /bbover /bthese years, through potion improvements and innovative treatment techniques, I had quietly umted vast wealth. Eighty percent of the orms in Silver Moon Pack’s high–grade potion repository came from my hands.

The potions I bnow /bused had auction prices reaching one hundred thousand gold coins per bottle, with supply falling short of demand.

The werewolves around Ferris had always looked down on me–exclusion and cold mockery had long been routine.

They didn’t know that people would fight tooth and nail just to get one of my private consultation appointments.

io affording this scarf bwas /beffortless for me. bHow /bcould I possibly give fake goodsb?/b

Moreover, the receipt was at the bottom of the box.

b“/bGive me that,” Ferris suddenly spokeb, /bbhis /btone asmanding as an order. “I’ll supplement another gift for ra bter/b. You bwere /bbtoo /bimpulsive–you shouldn’t give such… things bof /bquestionable origin.b” /b

I crossed my arms andughed coldly, my eyes sharply fixed on him.

“Whateverb,/bb” /bI said coldly.

ra’s bexpression /bstiffenedb. /bShe looked at meb, /bthen at Ferris.

After hesitating a momentb, /bshe still took off the scarf and handed it to him.

Ashley suddenly interjected, her tone gentleb: /bb“/bFerrisb, /bdon’t me Miss Windsor. Sheb… /bshe meant well…”

Ferris didn’t respond, maintaining his gloomy expression throughout.

Someone called for games and started making noise. Ashley smiled and walked over, joining the crowd.

I didn’t want to participate in these noble werewolves‘ boring socializing, so I turned and walked to a corner sofa to sit down.

A few secondster, Ferris also walked overb, /bsitting heavily beside me with suffocating low pressure.

I didn’t look at him, quietly taking out my phone to check messages.

Adrian had just sent me a long string of messages that I hadn’t had time to read.

“bIf /byou really don’t have money, use the card I gave you.”

Ferris suddenly spoke, his voice cold and hard: “Send something cheap–that’s better than sending knockoffs.”

My fingertips paused slightly, but I didn’t even lift my head: “If you think it’s fake, then give it back to me.”

He turned to look at me, his eyes suppressing anger.

“Do you think you’re just embarrassing yourself?”

I slowly closed my eyes, then suddenly opened them, turning to stare at him with a coldugh.

“Ferris Vargan, go ahead, tell me who have I embarrassed?”