Rescuing Him in Every Twisted World

"Please, Mr. Romano, give me one more chance. My daughter is still so young, and I don't want to go to prison!" The middle-aged man knelt before Angus, his face streaked with tears, hands trembling as they pressed against the floor.

He reached out, fingers trembling as he almost touched the wheelchair but hesitated, unsure of himself.

Liesa stepped into the room just then, catching sight of the desperate scene.

At the butler’s subtle nod, she wisely moved to stand in the corner, her gaze landing on the man in the wheelchair.

That man was her target in this world: Angus Romano.

Angus observed the scene with an unreadable expression.

Behind him, Sam Summer, the butler, furrowed his brows and spoke firmly, "You leaked the company's bid to a competitor, and you still expect Mr. Romano to forgive you?" He gestured toward the security guards, signaling them to step in.

As the guards began moving toward the man, the middle-aged man suddenly grabbed hold of Angus's wheelchair.

"Please, Mr. Romano, just one more chance. I swear I’ll never betray the company again!" he begged.

Angus’s response was cold. He pressed the button on his wheelchair’s remote control, and the wheels rolled over the man’s fingers.

The scream echoed through the room as agony washed over middle-aged man.

Liesa’s brows furrowed as she thought, <The wheelchair was designed with a heavy base for stability, and with Angus's weight, that one roll could seriously injure the man’s hand.>

Sure enough, when the security dragged the man away, a small pool of blood formed on the floor where he had been.

Angus’s calm voice shattered the silence. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone flat, as if nothing had just happened.

Liesa’s gaze swept over him. His looks were striking, but it was the aristocratic coldness around him that truly stood out. Even in a wheelchair, he carried himself with an intimidating presence.

<Definitely not an easy target in this world.> Liesa smiled, stepping forward.

"Mr. Romano, I’m the new physical therapist, Liesa Valtieri. I’ll be handling your rehab from now on, until you’re fully recovered." Angus turned his cold eyes toward Sam, who seemed slightly embarrassed by her words.

"Mr. Romano, this appointment was scheduled in advance, so—"

"Get out." Angus's thin lips parted slightly, his sharp gaze narrowing into a piercing angle. Sam sighed inwardly and nodded toward the security guard who had just returned after throwing someone out.

Liesa stood frozen for a moment, taken aback. Then, her voice remained gentle but firm as she spoke up.

"Mr. Romano, I’m here to help you. You shouldn’t push me away. Trust me, if you follow the rehab plan, your leg injury will heal."

Angus’s gaze was piercing. He had heard the same promises countless times after the car accident. But the truth was, no matter how hard he tried, he could never live like he once had.

All those doctors who’d taken his money and failed to deliver were nothing more than frauds.

Liesa noticed the security guards closing in, and her pace quickened. "Mr. Romano, please trust me. I’m not like the others. I specialize in leg rehabilitation. With my help, you—"

Before she could finish, two tall security guards grabbed her, one on each side, and began dragging her out.

Panic surged in her chest. She hadn’t expected Angus to reject her so completely.

She couldn’t be thrown out. If she was, she'd never have another chance to complete her mission.

With that thought, she fought back, keeping her voice calm. "Mr. Romano, this isn’t the way to handle things. I’m a doctor. You’re a patient. We should cooperate, not make this more awkward."

Angus’s cold eyes observed her as a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He didn’t care.

Just as the guards were about to pull her out, Liesa’s voice rang out. "Mr. Romano, if you just let me stay, I promise I can fix your leg! I swear I will! If I don’t, I’ll bring my head to you on a silver platter!"

At her last words, something flickered in Angus's eyes—an unmistakable interest.

Sam, who knew Angus better than anyone, immediately waved his hand at the guards. They released Liesa, and as she struggled to get back into the room, the momentum sent her flying forward.

She crashed straight into Angus.

Liesa found herself kneeling on the floor, forehead pressed against his firm abdomen, her face buried in the front of his thighs.

The world seemed to pause.

<Not bad,> she thought, blanking for a moment, feeling the firm shape beneath her.