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.

unpredictable, but he will

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

first returned to her room to grab a blanket before entering Rhys’ quarters. Tonya had mentioned that Rhys’ condition required ongoing care, so Harlee decided to

Rhys, in his current state, was like a twelve-year-old child. She had no intention of overstepping

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 himself

bitter scent of the drink was unmistakable, strong enough to make anyone

the table, and without thinking, he began to pour the contents of the

of hands steadied

eyes were striking—calm and without a hint

of it?”

quickly shook his

not! I’m not afraid of a little bitterness.” Harlee

embarrassment,

so funny? You don’t believe me? Fine, I’ll show you. Watch—I’m not

he raised the cup and swallowed its

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