Time flew by, and six months passed in the blink of an eye.
My cross-species apothecary workshop grew steadily, thriving so well that I opened multiple branches in both human and low-ranking vampire settlements.
On the second floor of every branch, I set up a free fertility clinic.
Over those six months, I treated over 1,000 women whose bodies had been damaged by black market potions, leaving them unable to conceive for years.
Day after day, as I helped others and healed their pain, the shadows in my heart gradually lifted.
The regret of my miscarriage, the wounds of betrayal, and the shame of my damaged body all slowly faded amid the busy work and the act of healing.
I fully emerged from that dark chapter of my past, established a relationship with Oliver, and prepared to marry him.
