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?

Finished

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!”

had a sudden realization. “It’s Master

Field?” Freya demanded.

by Master Basil Field.

can compare

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

saying

nodded, though his voice wavered. “There’s a 70 to 80 percent chance, but … Master Field disappeared after his retirement. It’s not just that

will get better. You said

bedroom, Emyr was starting to stabilize. His body, which had been wracked

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115 Who’s Weak?

looked at Charmaine with gratitude in his eyes. “Thank you, Ms. Nelson.”

Finished

I made a promise to him,” Charmaine replied

still concerned. “But Mr.

Charmaine

Tad nodded, though worry still lingered in his gaze. “I’ll leave

last look at Emyr before quietly exiting

a sigh of relief, instinctively wiping her face. It wasn’t until she noticed her

had been so focused on Emyr that she hadn’t