Marcus’ hands paused momentarily as he turned his head.

“Do you also fancy exile?”

That was an undeniable threat, and the potency of it was striking. A topic that Bruce had thought to raise was discarded for another.

“You’ve been seeking a masterful surgeon recently, if whispers are to be trusted.

What seems to be the malady?” he ventured.

“You have quite an informed network. Any leads for me?” Marcus drew an ointment, applying it to his neck with purpose.

Our eldest cousin, acclaimed

was all it took to reduce the volume in Bruce’s

akin to oil and water. Regardless of his unmatched medical skills, he was their enemy. How could they expect his

had barely wrapped up her noon shift when the manager, unexpectedly, granted her

her to deduce Marcus’ behind-the-scenes role, ensuring she had time for a visit to their grandmother for wedding

Millie entered the grand hall, with

yourself comfortable. Mrs. Claudia Thomas is

to sit, a startling noise emanated from the

study, intending to investigate and asked, “what’s wrong with the study?

concern. Mr. Leon Thomas

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