Chapter 31

"Argh!" Walter let out a m***ed groan from deep in his throat, and his body began to tremble involuntarily. Shakira immediately sensed what was happening. "Is it starting?" she asked.

"Yeah," 'he hissed, his breath tightening.

The downpour outside had already begun, the sky too dark for Shakira to see his expression. But she could feel it clearly- Walter was shaking, suffering.

Shakira, forgetting her own fear, fumbled in the darkness for her phone. She found it, turned on the flashlight, and dashed to the door. She flung it open. "Brian! I need medicine. Give me he painkillers!"

Hurried footsteps quickly approached, and soon Brian appeared holding a flashlight as he rushed up the stairs. "Is Mr. Lopez having an episode?!"

He

was about to charge into the room when Shakira yanked his arm. "Going in won't help! Go get the medicine!"

The situation was so dire that Brian didn't even realize how strong Shakira's grip was as she shoved him back out of the doorway.

Frustrated and guilt-ridden, he stammered, "There's no medicing. Mr. Lopez's painkillers have to be stored in the freezer. Since the power went out, all the medicine in the manor is unusable, and the rest in the cellar needs an electronic lock to open. We can only get new stock from the Lopez family's private hospital!" Shakira pushed him again, fuming. "Then why are you still standing here?! Get to the hospital"

She slammed the door shut and rushed back to Walter's side. The light from the phone flashlight was stark white, but Walter's face looked even paler.

Shakira saw him struggling to endure the pain and quickly went to the bathroom, returning with a folded towel. She stuffed it into his mouth. Walter shot her a glare.

Shakira, exasperated, snapped, "Bite it! Now's not the time to act tough! Doesn't it hurt?"

curled at his lips. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and strained, "I can handle

herself but yell at him, "Fine, let it kill you

sharp words, she pushed his wheelchair toward the bed.

under his armpits, she stood face to face with him, bent her knees, and

tearing at his very soul. Yet Walter remained conscious. acutely aware of the woman in front of him. He saw her furrowed brow, tight with concentration. He wasn't sure if she found him troublesome, or if she was genuinely worried. Amazingly, even Walter was surprised that someone could distract him in a moment like this.

sending both of

smacked into a soft pillow, and she heard Walter's groan above her. "Shakira, are

a long breath. With a swit roll, she gracefully

hope that he would ever agree to acupuncture, but now, it seemed like the perfect moment. Seeing her movements, Walter's eyes sharpened in an

shouted toward the door,

painkillers. I locked the door. Scream all you want-no one's coming to save you,"

row of silver needles, suddenly stopping. She pulled out a needle as long as a finger, pressing one hand firmly on Walter's knee, which was reflexively curling up in pain. Walter's eyes widened slightly, and

her

"Is that really necessary?

his sweat-soaked upper body and his lower half, which wasn't exactly a sight to behold, either. She pulled

some pain, but compared to the torment he had just endured, it was almost nothing. He

by the overwhelming pain, turned toward Shakira, now carrying a shadow of intrigue. This time, his tone wasn't as casual as before. "When did you learn medicine? During those two

to learn these skills. Though her acupuncture hadn't completely eliminated his pain, this was the first time he had managed to endure it without taking any medication.

taught you this?" Walter

replied

you trying

have mine. Just because I'm working for you doesn't mean

about to speak, when his expression suddenly

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