In the examination lab, Ashlyn continued to cough blood and pieces of candies. The elderly examiner patted her back and helped her get back on her feet. He then wiped the blood from her mouth with a handkerchief.
As he cleaned her mouth, he saw the fear and confusion on her face.
"I'm sorry," He muttered the same words again.
Ashlyn couldn't understand why he was apologizing. It was her parents that slapped her and not him.
She glanced at her parents. They were having the same expressions before they slapped her... Expressions that were too complex for a three-year-old to understand.
Hatred and anger.
The elderly examiner took a step forward and said, "Living beings have no say in their birth. They don't get to decide how they are born, in which race, with what features... This girl is the same. She didn't choose to be a Cursed One. Don't hate her for something she isn't to be blamed for."
