Chapter Eighty-Five

Zyrielle's POV.

The weight of the news hit me hard in my chest as I waited for him to finally tell me more. There was absolutely nothing that would stop me from becoming happy because my unhappiness wasn't going to perform a miracle.

"Lovely news I must say. Is there any remedy or is it final? Why have you stopped me from going for the surgery? I thought it was supposed to be correctional?"

His demeanor changed instantly. I challenged him about the procedure. He was not even thinking about me anymore. I could see that he had anger written all over him. "This is the usual procedure but I was only trying to sugar coat things because I do not want you to fall into depression but now that you are back on your feet, I think it's high time that I told you the truth." He replied sternly.

I had never experienced such a dismissive reply in my entire life but I didn't want to take it to heart. He was showing his true colors because he realized that there were no chances with me anymore. It