Chapter 1381:

After a beat, he spoke again. “Where did you go tonight?”

“To see a friend.” Corrine casually glanced at the small box on the table. “Someone I haven’t seen in years. He brought me a gift.”

She reached for the box and popped it open.

Nate watched her like a hawk. “What kind of friend?”

“A doctor,” Corrine replied, holding up the pill nestled inside. “Leif Mendoza. He’s more into brewing poisons than curing the sick.”

The pill shimmered—a pristine white capsule. “He spent years developing this and sent it the moment he heard I was in Riverveille.”

Nate didn’t say anything for a moment. He simply reached over, brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and asked, almost lazily, “So he came here just for you?”

Corrine paused, then answered plainly, “I didn’t ask.”

Leif had talked about everything and nothing—reminisced, teased, laughed. That

strict patient code: he wouldn’t treat those not dying, those he didn’t

him behind closed doors—but none dared say it to his face. Not when he was both a legendary doctor and a key

despite his prestige, Leif

on a single pill meant

wasn’t naive enough to believe his

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whole evening

shrugged. “We just chatted for a

and she blinked away the sleep pooling in her eyes. “When are

a leisurely glance at the bed

no late

words, he wasn’t

knew

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