Chapter 20

He didn't mention any names, after all. Clive remained oblivious, stepping forward to check Stephan's pulse, only for Stephan to avoid his touch. "Let your little assistant do it." Felicia held the medical kit, having indeed come upstairs as an assistant. Clive frowned. "Mr. Russell, my assistant is inexperienced and might misdiagnose you. It's better if I do it myself." "No need. I only want her," Stephan replied, his tone lazy, emphasizing the last few words. To anyone unaware, it might have sounded flirtatious. But the air was thick with tension. Clive was about to protest, but Felicia cut in. "Grandpa, let me handle it." "You…" Clive clearly hesitated, wanting to question her ability, but Felicia didn't respond. This was her chance to prove herself. She stepped closer, half-crouching beside the bed, meeting Stephan's intense gaze as she reached for his wrist. There was an injury on his body—not severe, but… Pulling back her hand, she said, "You're injured. The object that