Chapter 555

Chapter 555:

Inside the tent, Khloe’s eyes hardened as she looked at Eric lying on the operating table. A cold smirk tugged at her lips before she picked up the scalpel and, without administering anesthesia, made the first precise incision on his arm.

“Ah!” Eric jolted awake, the searing pain pulling him from unconsciousness. He let out a guttural cry, his body instinctively trying to rise from the table.

Outside, the head bodyguard flinched at the piercing scream. Unable to resist, he lifted the curtain to glance inside.

What he saw froze him in place. Eric’s legs were strapped tightly to the operating table. Henrik stood firm at the head of the bed, gripping Eric’s flailing hands. Eric’s face was a mask of torment, beads of cold sweat rolling down in steady streams.

The bodyguard’s face paled. He offered, “Maybe I can assist—”

“There will be no need for that,” Henrik interrupted coldly, his tone flat yet commanding. “Get out.”

Swallowing his unease, he let the curtain fall back into place

tortured screams rang out, raw and unrelenting,

was pushed aside, and

and said bluntly, “Eric is fine now.” The simple declaration hit like

medical team confirmed it: he was fully stabilized. Shocked, the crowd stared at Khloe, unable to reconcile her with the remarkable

strode up, her expression haughty. “Khloe, since you know medicine, you should treat me too. My endorsement fees are outrageous—you’re

imagination takes flight

and she retorted, “Did you hit your head as a child? What

clenched at her sides. Yet she bit down on her

faint scratches from the whipping grasses as she dodged, and her ankle throbbed from a bad

of all, her throat burned with a raw, piercing pain. Swallowing felt like shards

team with her throat, fearing an

indecision gnawed at her, something remarkable

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