Chapter 133
He had a pale face, dilated and unresponsive pupils, and bluish lips.
This doesn’t look good, Zina thought to herself.
Pulling out the acupuncture needles she always carried, Zina began performing acupuncture on Cain.
After sending the message, Miles remained by Zina’s side, watching her every move with rapt attention.
The woman was so intently focused, every movement radiating a calming strength. Miles stared straight ahead, unblinking -his mind went completely blank, and for a moment, he even found himself holding his breath,
As she finished the acupuncture and looked up. Zina finally noticed Miles’s unwavering gaze. She couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Quinn, is something wrong?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking how dedicated you are when you work, Miss Sinclair, Miles answered honestly, a faint smile on his lips, his eyes still shining brilliantly.
Zina felt slightly flustered under Miles’s gaze. Lowering her head, she said calmly, “It’s simply what any doctor would do. If our roles were reversed, Mr. Quinn, I’d do the same for you.”
“Really?” Miles’s eyes instantly brightened, but then, fearing his sudden eagerness might startle Zina, he quickly waved his hand. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I get it. After all, who would wish illness upon themselves? Zina turned with a smile and continued, “Mr. Quinn, I have some understanding of the Quinn family’s past. Should you need anything, please don’t hesitate to contact me.”
“Okay” Miles nodded. A faint blush spread across Miles’s pale face. Instinctively, he lowered his head, his gaze fixed on his
toes.
Miles thought to himself, ‘Maybe Zina isn’t as bad as the rumors say. And the Sinclair family? Did they ever truly treat her as their own daughter?‘ he wondered
Thinking of his past prejudice, Miles felt a pang of shame. His voice dropped to a near whisper as he said. “Then I’ll thank you here first, Miss Sinclair.”
Cain whimpered, “Miles-”
Hearing a weak whimper from the bed, Miles’s heart clenched. In a flash, he dashed to Cain’s side, his worried gaze fixed on the boy whose eyes were still closed, tightly clasping Cain’s small hands in his own.
I’m right here, Cain. It’s alright now,” said Miles.
It seemed that Miles’s words truly had an effect–Cain’s furrowed brows eased slightly.
A few seconds later, Cain’s eyes snapped open.
Cain’s ashen eyes were void–the stillness of someone who had lost all hope.
Cain looked up at his brother, his voice barely above a whisper. “Miles, did I get sick again?”
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Miles gently reassured him. “No, Cain, don’t worry. The nice lady doctor will help you, and you’ll be just fine.”
Miles turned slightly, bringing Zina into Cain’s line of sight.
Cain’s eyes suddenly lit up. He reached out to tug at Zina’s sleeve, murmuring weakly, “Zina?”
“Yes, I’m here,” Zina said softly, gently taking Cain’s hand. A pang of pity flickered in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it, forcing a warm smile as she looked at Cain with utmost carestness.
“Cain, make sure you listen to me and take your medicine on time, okay?” said Zina.
“I’ve been taking my medicine on time, but it tastes different every time. I really don’t like how bitter it gets later on,” Cain explained.
Miles’s eyes widened slightly, his whole body tensing up in an instant.
Miles’s voice tightened. “Wait, Cain? What do you mean the medicine’s taste changed?”
Cain looked completely bewildered, gesturing with his hands as he tried to explain, “It was sweet at first, but then it got really bitter. I just didn’t like it anymore. Miles, please don’t be mad. I promise I won’t ever do that again, okay?”
Cain looked up at Miles with puppy–dog eyes, while Miles clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned pale, barely containing the fury threatening to erupt.
