There was nothing more helpful than those words. Landon sprang into action. Soon, he returned with a well-stocked medical kit—every bandage and antiseptic one could imagine. But the most critical item, anesthetic, was missing.He found a sharp dagger and sterilized it thoroughly. But when he leaned in toward the wound, his hand shook uncontrollably. He couldn't bring himself to start. Natalie, urgency flaring in her voice, demanded, "What are you hesitating for?" With a shaking grip on the dagger, Landon stuttered, "I've stitched up Magnus before, but I've never pulled a bullet. And this is Mr. Mattel…" Rowan lay on the bed, his breathing shallow and weak. He glared at Landon and muttered, "You coward…" Landon nodded, admitting to his fear. But Rowan's status only made the task more daunting. Then, he called out softly, "Natalie, you do it." Natalie looked at him sharply. He seemed completely serious. "You're insane," she said. "But I trust you," he replied. Their
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