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.

half-crouching beside the bed, meeting

wrist.

injury on his

hand, she said, "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

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

the previously sutured wound on Stephan's shoulder, then deftly inserted needles

torrent of dark

undoubtedly painful,

poison. Her hands were steady as she stitched

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

breath occasionally

time Felicia glanced up, her gaze met his deep, dark eyes, filled with mischief and curiosity, bold and unrestrained. "All done," Felicia

shirt, his hands deliberate and steady, giving

shoulders and toned chest, and then quickly back up, feeling the heat rise

palpable tension, still in shock over Felicia's

had just demonstrated were the

rare; even he, a medical master, only had