Chapter 37

A flicker of displeasure crossed Lucy's eyes as her voice trailed off. Adrian turned to Celeste, his gaze sharp. "Did you perform acupuncture on Alaric?" His tone was cold, tinged with suspicion. Celeste met his eyes calmly. "Acupuncture is the most appropriate treatment for his condition right now." "But his condition hasn't stabilized. This is the best hospital in Longdale—none of the traditional medicine specialists here have dared to try acupuncture. Why were you in such a rush?" Damien stepped forward, irritation creeping into his voice. "What if something goes wrong? Can you take responsibility for Grandpa's life?" Adrian's brow furrowed. "Ms. Morin, is this true?" Celeste didn't flinch. Her gaze remained steady as she nodded. "It is." "How confident are you?" His voice dropped, steady and unreadable as he studied the sharp line of her brows. "One hundred percent." The moment the words left her mouth, Adrian stiffened. He'd spoken to the attending physician the night be