Valerie's POV
I woke up to the throbbing of pain throughout my body. I could hear the beeping of machines and some voices mixed within.
However, I couldn't recognize some of them. I decided to play unconscious for a while to understand the situation.
I didn't want to open my eyes only to get another beating.
"Anita, I don't understand why you are so concerned about a mere slave. She has nothing that could help you in any way. So, why do you keep helping her?" That was the voice of someone I didn't recognize.
Probably some of the few in the pack who have never found pleasure in tormenting me.
But obviously, they still looked down on me either way.
"I don't get it either. You were fine supporting Innocent. Why did you have to go against her and help this stupid slave? You should have kept quiet about that necklace, let her be called a thief. It's nothing to her anyway. She is already the daughter of a traitor, being branded a thief is no big deal." Another voice complained.
