Chapter 1110:

At the mention of medicine, Rhys’ expression darkened.

He loathed the bitterness but refused to let her see it as a weakness.

“Let’s go,” Rhys muttered tersely, shooting her a fleeting glance before hopping back toward the bedroom.

Each step was deliberate, Rhys’ injured foot grazing the floor twice, the pain forcing beads of sweat to form on his brow.

Noticing Rhys’ discomfort, Christopher hurried forward, concern laced in his voice as he turned to Harlee.

“About his foot…”

His words trailed off, unsure how to express his concern.

Harlee stopped, her expression steady.

are unpredictable, but he will recover. I would never put

a respectful nod, realizing with unease that he was increasingly falling into

a blanket before entering Rhys’ quarters. Tonya had mentioned that Rhys’

current state, was like a twelve-year-old child. She had

bedroom, Rhys was sitting rigidly, clutching a

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was a mix of hesitation and determination, as if he wanted to move forward but couldn’t quite bring

to make anyone recoil. Rhys scrunched his face,

gaze landed on a vase on the table, and without thinking, he began to pour the contents of the cup into the

could spill, a pair of hands steadied the cup. Surprised, Rhys looked up, meeting Harlee’s steady,

were striking—calm and without a

rid of it?” Harlee

quickly shook

afraid of a little

embarrassment, Rhys

Fine, I’ll show you. Watch—I’m

determination, he raised the

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