Jilted Heiress Strikes Back
Clenching his teeth, he said, “Yes, sir! I’ll take care of it myself!”
After Rael left, Leif remained at the base of the stairs. He didn’t take a single step—but his gaze never left a specific point on the second floor.
Upstairs, in one of the rooms.
Gale lay motionless on the bed, stripped of his sweat-soaked clothes. His small frame was pale and limp, barely clinging to consciousness. Tiny monitoring patches were stuck to his temples and chest—not hospital grade, but something portable from Raina’s custom medical kit. She wasn’t just any doctor. Her teacher had trained her in both Eastern and Western disciplines, giving her methods that didn’t exist in textbooks.