Unable to divulge the truth, I abandoned any attempt to explain further and responded, “You’re welcome.

It’s my duty, and as a mixed-blood witch myself, I understand.

Nora’s smile held a warmth that lingered as she reluctantly bid farewell.

“I must go now, Debra.

My work shift is beginning soon.

I hope we’ll meet again.

I nodded, returning her smile.

“Of course.

Take care on your way back.

If you encounter any difficulties, don’t hesitate to come to Andrew’s manor.

I’ll do whatever I can to assist you.

“Okay, thank you!”

Nora wiped away the mud from her face, offering another smile before bowing deeply and turning to depart.

Her silhouette appeared fragile as if it could be scattered by the gentlest breeze.

She likely endured a childhood marred by bullying, navigating a harsh existence where even meals were uncertain.

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Ivy’s voice resonated with compassion as she observed Nora’s plight.

“It’s truly heart-wrenching.

A girl so kind and polite, unjustly suffering discrimination from her own clan because of her mixed heritage.

One can only imagine how many other mixed-blood witches endure a fate as tragic as hers.

I pressed my lips together firmly, holding back the torrent of emotions stirring within me.

Unable to resist, Ivy inquired, “Sweetheart, do you have any means to aid mixed-blood witches?”

Debra’s POV:

I shook my head, feeling a mix of helplessness and frustration.

“No.

“Why?” Ivy looked puzzled as she bombarded me with questions.

“Aren’t you Andrew’s fiancee

now? Even though it’s not genuine, others aren’t aware.

Andrew is a high-ranking member of the witch clan; he’s quite powerful.

It seems like he should be able to resolve the issue easily.

I sighed, trying to make her understand the complexity.

“Ivy, it’s not as straightforward as it seems.

I delved into the details.

“To normal witches, Andrew might seem powerful.

But his abilities pale in comparison to Veronica and Shirley.

If he truly had control, he wouldn’t have needed my help to avoid marrying Shirley.

“Well…” Ivy struggled to replace a rebuttal.

Sighing deeply, I added, “The dynamics within the witch clan are more intricate than we imagined.

Apart from Veronica and Shirley’s opposition, there are the conservative elders and the civilians who cling to old beliefs.

I’m afraid even Andrew is somewhat powerless in this scenario, and here I am, a half-blood witch and an outsider.

“Okay.

” Ivy’s usual optimism faded, replaced by a sense of gloom.

Her spirits dampened, she sighed.

“We’re in a tough spot.

Shirley is causing trouble here in the witch clan, and over with the werewolves, Caleb…”

Mid-sentence, Ivy caught herself, realizing she might be speaking out of turn.

She paused, then continued cautiously, “Do you think there might have been some misunderstanding that day? Caleb doesn’t seem Like that kind of person.

Maybe…”

“Ivy!” I snapped, irritation surging within me.

“I saw it with my own eyes.

How can you suggest it’s not true? You’re not being fair!”

“But…” Ivy attempted to argue further, but our conversation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a car horn.

A sleek luxury car pulled up beside us.

The window rolled down, revealing a man with neatly styled hair, dressed in a sharp suit and wearing a polite smile.

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