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.

meeting Stephan's intense gaze as

wrist.

on his

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

and laid out a row of silver needles. Before she began, Clive anxiously guided

a decisive cut, she cut open the previously sutured wound on Stephan's shoulder, then

torrent of dark blood rushed

the process was undoubtedly painful,

poison. Her hands were steady as she stitched him up without hesitation. Her eyes lowered in focus. She was calm and

just below his collarbone, close to his heart. This forced

breath occasionally

his deep, dark eyes, filled with mischief and curiosity, bold and unrestrained. "All

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

drifted downward, taking in his broad shoulders and toned chest, and then quickly back up, feeling the heat

palpable tension, still in shock over Felicia's swift and decisive actions. He was astonished by

the techniques she had just demonstrated were the long-lost Five

ancient medical knowledge was rare; even he, a medical master, only had a glimpse of it