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.

bed, meeting Stephan's intense gaze as she reached

wrist.

injury on his body-not

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

Before she began, Clive anxiously guided her on which acupuncture points to use first to draw out the poison, eager to step

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

torrent of dark

was undoubtedly painful,

worked confidently, whether slicing open his skin or drawing out the poison. Her hands were steady as she stitched him up without hesitation. Her eyes

his collarbone, close to his heart. This forced

occasionally brushed against his

staring at her face. Each time Felicia glanced up, her gaze met his deep, dark eyes, filled with

buttoning up his shirt, his hands deliberate

in his broad shoulders and toned chest, and then quickly back

to the palpable tension, still in shock over Felicia's swift and decisive actions.

had

even he, a medical master, only had a glimpse of it