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.

insect are unpredictable, but

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

Rhys’ quarters. Tonya had mentioned that Rhys’ condition required ongoing care, so Harlee decided to rest in the courtyard

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

the bedroom, Rhys was sitting rigidly, clutching a

captivating tales on gα

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

the drink was unmistakable, strong enough to make anyone recoil. Rhys

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

before any liquid could spill, a pair of hands steadied the cup. Surprised, Rhys looked up, meeting

striking—calm and without a hint of

get rid of it?”

shook his

not! I’m not afraid of a little

embarrassment, Rhys

believe me? Fine, I’ll show

he raised the cup

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