Chapter 113

Ethan Sullivan's decisions were never open to debate. Evelyn Sullivan knew this all too well, so she simply nodded. "Alright. Where will Dr. Evan stay?"

"Colin will arrange it." Ethan's gaze darkened. "You're staying with me."

As Evelyn turned to leave, Ethan immediately made a call. "Track their movements over the past few days."

He didn’t believe a word of Evelyn’s explanation. Losing his men so precisely couldn’t have been a simple wrong turn.

Night fell. Just as Evelyn stepped out for some air, Ethan demanded his acupuncture treatment.

"Now?" She frowned slightly.

"Problem?"

Evelyn called Dr. Evan. Within ten minutes, he arrived with his acupuncture kit.

"Mr. Sullivan, this will hurt more than three years ago." Evan unrolled the silver needles. "Tell me if you need to stop."

Colin helped Ethan lie flat on the bed. Evelyn was asked to leave the room.

As each needle was inserted, beads of sweat formed on Ethan’s forehead. When the needles reached the points on his calves, his fingers clenched the sheets.

"The worst is coming," Evan warned.

By the final needle, Ethan’s back was drenched. Evan’s eyes flickered with surprise—most people couldn’t endure the first needle, yet this man hadn’t made a sound.

"Needles come out in thirty minutes."

Ethan lacked the strength to respond, managing only a faint nod.

When the needles were removed, his face was ghostly pale.

"Try walking a few steps," Evan said, packing up. "But the pain will intensify."

Evelyn was called back in to find Ethan struggling to sit up. His full weight pressed onto her shoulders as he took his first step. Instantly, his shirt was soaked with sweat.

"Don’t push yourself," Evelyn murmured, feeling his muscles tremble. "After three sessions—"

"Keep going," Ethan gritted out.

On the fifth step, his legs gave out. He lurched forward, but Evelyn caught him and guided him back to the bed.

"I’ll get some water."

As she turned, his hand locked around her wrist.

"How long," he rasped, voice raw, "until my legs are healed?"