Chapter 165 Elijah’s disgusted expression deepened, though he said nothing.

Oliver gave Willow a fleeting glance, his voice sharp and dismissive.

“Go do your work.

This isn’t your concern.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and entered the living room.

Switching effortlessly to fluent German, he addressed the doctors seated on the sofa.

“There’s a medical room upstairs.

Follow me, please.”

hesitated briefly before returning

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back with

upstairs and won’t let me

know

came swiftly:

back immediately if

the second-floor medical room, a female

area revealed deep subcutaneous bleeding, a dark bruise spreading across

the injury wasn’t severe, it looked

fragile porcelain doll, lost in thought as

distant, a stark

would have been tearful, pouting, and

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