The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 156

On the other hand, Paisley paid no attention to his thoughts or expressions. Her focus was entirely on his leg. This was the first time she had ever encountered such a severe cold condition in the limbs of a young, strong man.

"How did your leg end up like this?" Paisley asked without looking up, inserting a third needle into his calf. This time, there was a faint prick of pain, different from the deep, bone-seeping ache and cold he usually experienced during flare-ups. It felt like an ant bite-real, brief, and oddly comforting.

"A few years ago, I got chilled and froze my leg," he said lightly.

As he spoke, he watched the woman crouched before him, her brows furrowed in concentration, and unexpectedly felt a strange sense of trust.

Paisley frowned even more. She didn't believe a single word he said. For such a severe cold condition, it wasn't just a matter of getting "chilled."

This level of damage could only result from prolonged exposure to extremely harsh, icy conditions, or from being immersed in icy water for extended periods.

Of course, there was also the possibility of an underlying health issue contributing to his condition. But confirming that would require a more detailed examination, and there was no reason for her to take on such a task for a stranger she had just met.

After finishing with his right leg, Paisley naturally lifted his other leg. As she rolled up his pant leg, a long scar, about the thickness of a pinky finger, running from the knee down the calf, came into view. Paisley's eyes widened slightly. "You've been injured, too?"

kept clutching his knee. And now, it was clear this leg was in much

up at the man, locking

fine layer of

question had slipped out in surprise. The man seemed to be about

treated, Paisley stood up, stomping her slightly numb feet. "Your condition

weren't caused by her driving. Relieved, she thought, 'At least

you," the man said, nodding slightly, his demeanor calm

erupted outside the courtyard gate. Along with the urgent ringing

came loud, rough shouting. "Max! Max! Are you in

the gate. Holding Serena, Maria approached with

they're probably my men," the man said

particularly scared. After all, this was a lawful society, and she had no grudge against this man. She didn't think his

gate. Outside stood several men in suits, holding umbrellas. From their posture and demeanor,