Return of the Crowned Heiress

Heiress 20

Chapter

20

He didn't mention any names, after all.

Clive remained oblivious, stepping forward to check Stephan's pulse, only for Stephan to avoid his touch. Let your little assistant do it." Felicia held the medical kit, having indeed come upstairs as an assistant.

Clive frowned. "Mr. Russell, my assistant is inexperienced and might misdiagnose you. It's better if I do it myself."

"No need. I only want her," Stephan replied, his tone lazy, emphasizing the last few words.

To anyone unaware, it might have sounded flirtatious. But the air was thick with tension.

Clive was about to protest, but Felicia cut in. "Grandpa, let me handle it."

"You..." Clive clearly hesitated, wanting to question her ability, but Felicia didn't respond. This was her chance to prove herself.

beside the bed, meeting Stephan's intense gaze as she reached for

wrist.

on his body-not severe,

"You're injured. The object that caused this has poison on it. The toxin hasn't entered your lungs yet, but we need to administer acupuncture to drain it and make an incision to remove it." Stephan didn't seem surprised, merely lazily nodding as he removed his shirt, signaling her

a sterilized scalpel from her kit and laid out a row of silver needles. Before she began, Clive anxiously guided her

she cut open the previously sutured wound on Stephan's shoulder, then deftly inserted needles into the area

torrent of dark

process was undoubtedly painful,

drawing out the poison. Her hands were steady as she stitched him

wound lay just below his collarbone, close to his heart. This forced Felicia to lean in, unavoidably close to him, as she stitched him

breath occasionally brushed

her gaze met his deep, dark eyes, filled with mischief and curiosity, bold

his time buttoning up his shirt, his hands deliberate and steady, giving off an air

downward, taking in his broad shoulders and toned chest, and then quickly

Felicia's swift and

had just demonstrated

was rare; even he, a medical master, only had