My Reborn Story Is Insane (Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew)

Back to My Worst Birthday and Starting Anew

Chapter 115 Who’s Weak?

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Before the doctor could finish his sentence, Freya slapped him twice, her anger making her hands tremble. with fury.

She was venting all her frustration from Charmaine onto him.

“How could you use those dangerous injections on Emyr?” she hissed, her voice laced with venom. “If anyone finds out there are addictive substances in them, you’ll be the one who regrets it!”

The doctor froze, his body trembling with fear as he fell to his knees.

Freya had forced them to develop the drugs for Emyr’s condition. At the time, they had no other options. No matter how skilled they were, nothing seemed to help Emyr’s suffering.

But Freya had insisted they add more narcotics to the painkillers, and though they hesitated, they ultimately followed her orders.

To their surprise, it worked–at least for a little while–easing Emyr’s pain temporarily.

However, they could never admit the truth. Freya had made sure to keep them quiet, offering lavish rewards in exchange for their silence.

And in the months that followed, their professional reputations had skyrocketed thanks to Emyr.

If their involvement came to light, they would lose everything: their careers, their credibility, and their future in the field.

Freya crossed her arms, glaring at them with disdain. “You’re completely useless. Worse than servants!”

feeling unjustly accused, had a sudden realization. “It’s Master Field!” he

Field?” Freya

shone with excitement as he explained, “When I was younger, I attended a lecture by Master Basil Field. The way that

me a maid can compare

attended one lecture by him, but I’ll never forget the technique. And as for Emyr’s leg condition, no one else could fix it— not even the best doctors. If anyone could help, it’s Master Field, but he’s

saying Master Field could cure

70 to 80 percent chance, but … Master Field disappeared after his retirement. It’s not

her jaw, her eyes narrowing with determination. “No. Emyr’s legs will get better. You said it’s Master Field, right? I’ll find

His body,

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in his eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Nelson.”

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replied softly, “You should get some rest,

Emyr, still concerned. “But

stay with him,” Charmaine reassured him. “It’s fine.”

in his gaze.

one last look at Emyr before quietly exiting the room,

wasn’t until she noticed her hand was damp with sweat that she realized how

on Emyr that she hadn’t noticed