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Chapter 213 The Crash

Milo gritted his teeth and floored the accelerator, narrowly skimming past the cliffside as he swerved around the tight curve.

Finished

He glanced in the rearview mirror, seeing half of the mountain road disappear behind him. Just as he let out a breath of relief, a blinding light flashed ahead. A massive truck was coming straight at him-

After hanging up on Milo, Charmaine immediately called Micah.

Only then did she realize that what Willard had said to Zayn at the dinner table wasn’t just empty talk.

Micah sounded surprised. “Master, you didn’t know? I thought Master Field would’ve given you a heads- up…

Charmaine sighed. “Nope. That old man hasn’t even replied to my messages. Who knows what sneaky little scheme he’s brewing this time.”

Micah fell silent.

The national healer who was someone countless people dreamed of meeting just once, had been reduced to nothing more than a ‘scheming old man‘ in Charmaine’s eyes.

However, Charmaine wasn’t in a hurry. Instead, she began making preparations.

Early the next morning, she leaned against the bathroom doorframe, rubbing her eyes, and asked Emyr, who was freshening up, “Are you going to be busy these next few days?”

Emyr met her gaze in the mirror. “Why?”

hospital

frowned slightly. “A

on for a while now. I want to check the progress. There might

of something unreadable flashed through

and his deep gaze locked onto Charmaine’s fair, delicate face. “And if the results

frowned and responded without hesitation, “That’s impossible. You’ve definitely

slightly. “You’re that

“Of course!”

certain. Even if Emyr wasn’t able to stand up just yet, the nerve and joint functions in his legs had

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so that when the old man arrived, he could pick up the

in her medical skills,

thoughts stirred slightly.

urgent voice rang from outside. “Mr. Emyr, Mr. Willard has come causing trouble

She was about to step forward when Emyr

here at the Cross Residence, I’ll

left no room for argument. “Push me downstairs.”

no choice but to comply.

elevator, Willard’s furious shouting echoed through the

You ungrateful wr*tch, get out

the wheelchair handles

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