Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 292: humming

The villa gates creaked open slowly, the white sedan’s engine humming softly behind them, a low purr that contrasted the tension in the air.

Clara stepped forward with calm precision, her heels clicking softly on the stone path.

She stopped just inside the gate, folding her arms beneath the clean cut of her white medical coat, the fabric pristine despite the dusty surroundings.

The wind tugged slightly at her snow-white hair, tied in a loose but high ponytail, streaks of silver catching the muted sunlight like threads of moonlight.

The green-haired girl remained seated in the car, her wide eyes following every movement through the tinted window.

She didn’t speak, didn’t move, but watched—attentive, cautious, her emerald gaze sharp with a quiet intensity.

Freya’s blue eyes were already narrowed, her tall, toned frame radiating skepticism as she leaned slightly forward.

"Clara," she repeated, her voice low and edged with impatience, "you gonna explain what the hell you’re doing here?"

Clara exhaled, a soft sound, and removed her sunglasses with a smooth motion, revealing green eyes that were calm—calculating, like a doctor assessing a patient.

"She’s the girl Kael brought to me," Clara said, nodding toward the sedan. "Back when the Haven was attacked. The one he admitted into my care."

Rhea blinked, her crimson hair swaying as she tilted her head, amber eyes flashing with recognition and rising anger. "Wait... her?"

Freya’s face darkened, her composed demeanor cracking as she took a step closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous low. "You mean one of them? One of the raiders who tore down our home? The ones who burned everything we built?"

Clara didn’t flinch, her expression unshaken. "Yes."

Rhea took a step forward, fists clenched, her curvy figure taut with barely restrained rage, the air around her crackling faintly with energy.

"Are you fucking serious right now? She’s the reason our peaceful life got flipped? The Haven—the beds, the walls—Kael’s entire rehab project—"

Her voice cracked, raw emotion breaking through her usual loud bravado, her amber eyes blazing.

Her body surged forward, muscles coiling as if ready to charge.

The green-haired girl in the car flinched, shrinking into the seat, her wide eyes filled with panic, her hands gripping the edge of her cream sweater.

Rhea was halfway to the vehicle when Clara stepped in front of her, raising a firm palm, her presence a quiet but unyielding barrier. "Stop."

Rhea froze, her momentum halting as if hitting a wall, her chest heaving.

Clara’s voice was cool, steady, cutting through the heat of Rhea’s anger. "Don’t you think you’re contradicting Kael’s choice to save her?"

Freya’s eyes flicked from Clara to the car, her platinum-cyan hair catching the light as she tilted her head. "What the hell does that mean?"

Clara spoke slowly, each word deliberate, her green eyes unwavering. "She never tried to kill him. She was used—a tool, controlled by someone Kael identified as the real threat. That man is dead now, thanks to the twins’ massacre."

"She’s a weapon," Rhea spat, her voice thick with venom, her arms crossing tightly over her white tank top. "I don’t care who pulled the trigger—she was part of it."

"She was half-dead when he found her," Clara countered, her tone unshaken, clinical but not cold.

"Literally bleeding out, abandoned by her own team. He could’ve left her to die. Could’ve turned her in to the authorities. But he didn’t. He carried her to me."

Rhea’s jaw clenched, her amber eyes flickering with conflict. Freya looked away, her face tight, her fingers twitching near her arc-pistol.

Clara continued, her voice softening but firm. "Kael looked me in the eyes and said, ’She’s not like the others.’ He believed that—enough to risk his life for her."

"And now you’re here," Freya said coldly, her blue eyes piercing, her posture rigid. "Why bring her now? What, you think we’re suddenly gonna need a traitor on our team to find Kael?"

Clara didn’t react to the venom in her tone, her composure unbroken, a doctor used to tense situations.

Instead, she looked at both of them and said flatly, "I heard Kael is missing."

Freya and Rhea stiffened, their eyes locking onto Clara’s, the air between them thickening.

"...From Liss," Clara added, her voice steady. "She told me what happened—the shadows, the disappearance. And I think this girl can help you find him."

Freya folded her arms, her skepticism unyielding. "How, exactly?"

Clara gestured toward the green-haired girl, who still sat in the car, her eyes fixed on them with a quiet intensity.

"She has enhanced hearing—extremely sensitive. She can pick out heartbeats, conversations, even whispers through walls from a distance. And if needed, she can scream."

Rhea raised an eyebrow, her temper cooling slightly but her suspicion intact. "Scream?"

"Ultrasonic wave resonance," Clara said, her tone clinical, as if reading from a chart. "Strong enough to rupture metal like toothpicks at full blast, disorient or cripple anyone in range. Dangerous if uncontrolled. And if we’re measuring raw power—she’s A-class. Just like you. At the very least"

Freya squinted toward the car, her gaze assessing the girl’s delicate frame, the cream sweater and pleated skirt that seemed at odds with such power.

"Does she even know what Kael sounds like?"

Through the closed window, the green-haired girl—silent until now—nodded once, her movement small but knowing.

Freya and Rhea both stared, their breath catching.

The windows hadn’t opened.

The sedan’s glass was thick, soundproof.

She had heard them anyway, her enhanced senses cutting through barriers like they were nothing.

Clara turned toward the car, her voice calm but carrying authority. "Before the Haven was raided, her team did recon. Surveillance. They spent days listening outside its perimeter, mapping patterns, tracking movements. She memorized everything—every voice, every heartbeat, every step Kael took."

Freya muttered under her breath, "That’s not creepy at all..."

Rhea looked at Clara, her amber eyes still hard but curious now. "And now what? She wants to make up for it? Redeem herself?"

Clara didn’t answer immediately, her gaze flicking to the girl in the car.

Instead, the green-haired girl stepped out at last, her movements slow and quiet, her pleated skirt swaying as she stood.

Her hands were by her sides, her sweater sleeves slightly bunched at the wrists, too long for her delicate frame. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Her green eyes, matching her shimmering hair, held a quiet strength, though they flickered with something vulnerable—guilt, perhaps, or resolve.

She didn’t speak.

She just looked at them, her posture steady, her gaze unwavering.

Freya and Rhea watched her carefully, tension coiling in the air.

She wasn’t trembling, wasn’t cowering despite the hostility radiating from Rhea’s stance.

She was waiting, her silence a kind of answer in itself.

Clara folded her arms again, her white coat shifting slightly.

"She’s not here to beg for forgiveness. She’s here to help. If you want to find Kael—you might need her."

Rhea stepped forward again, slower this time, her eyes locked on the green-haired girl.

Her stare wasn’t forgiving, but it wasn’t murderous anymore either, tempered by pragmatism.

"You know what Kael sounds like?" she asked directly, her voice loud but controlled.

The girl nodded, her green eyes steady, her fingers curling slightly at her sides.

"And if you find him... are you ready to use that voice of yours? Whatever it takes?"

The girl nodded again, her jaw tightening, a spark of determination in her gaze as her fingers clenched fully, her knuckles whitening.

Freya studied her, her blue eyes narrowing, assessing every detail—the way the girl stood, the quiet resolve in her posture, the lack of fear despite the weight of their distrust.

She wasn’t sure she trusted her—not yet, maybe not ever.

But she knew one thing for sure—

This girl had something to prove, and that might just be enough to lead them to Kael.

Boom.

A dull blast echoed across the driveway like a muffled thunderclap, the air shuddering with sudden force.

Static fizzled through the atmosphere, popping through every hair on Freya’s arms, raising goosebumps on Rhea’s skin.

A spark snapped near the villa’s gates, sharp and electric.

Then—

Lightning cracked in a short, jagged arc—too fast to track, blinding in its intensity.

The green-haired girl’s head jerked up, her emerald eyes widening just as a flicker of movement appeared behind her—

Liss.

Her blonde hair whipped back in the wind, body flaring with electricity, blue arcs dancing across her jacket and boots.

She didn’t slow, didn’t hesitate, her movements a blur of purpose.

She moved straight for the girl.

Before anyone could speak, move, or blink—

Liss grabbed the girl’s wrist and yanked her close in one smooth, forceful motion, her grip like iron wrapped in static.

"I’m taking her."

That was all she said—no explanation, no room for argument, her voice sharp and final.

And in a flash of pale blue lightning, the air crackling with ozone—

They were gone.

The air shuddered, scorched faintly where they had stood, a faint smell of burnt grass lingering.

Only silence remained, heavy and stunned.

Rhea blinked, her mouth half-open. "What the—"

Freya exhaled sharply, already pulling her phone from her jacket, her fingers moving with practiced speed. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Clara didn’t move, her sunglasses firmly in place, her posture relaxed but alert.

She simply smirked faintly and whispered, "Typical."