Despite the weight of Neil pressing heavily against her, Lise’s posture remained firm and steady. A grown man like Neil, who could barely stand on his own, would put substantial pressure on anyone supporting him. Logically, a lean woman like Lise should have struggled to hold him up. Yet, there she was, supporting Neil with ease, as if it required no effort at all.

Katelyn’s sharp eyes flickered down to Neil’s legs. Could it be that Neil’s legs were functioning again? But how could that be possible? She had examined his legs herself before and found no reflexes in his knees. If her diagnosis was correct and Neil’s legs had indeed healed, it would mean something had gone wrong during the previous examination process.

An unexpected surge of bitter irony swept through Katelyn. Neil’s sudden recovery, along with his continued pretense of disability for others—was he plotting something deeper?

Neil, noticing Katelyn’s intense stare, shifted uncomfortably. With deliberate effort, he maneuvered himself back into his wheelchair, as though trying to convey weakness. His eyes gleamed with a hint of malice as he sharply uttered, “Hades, I will show you no mercy.”

Katelyn met his glare with unyielding defiance, her expression rebellious. “Go ahead and try,” she shot back. Her patience had worn thin. She wasn’t about to waste another moment on someone as petty as Neil. With one last cold look, she pivoted and strode out of the room.

But the scene kept replaying in her mind. Were Neil’s injuries a clever deception or were they genuine?

Just then, footsteps echoed steadily behind her. When Katelyn turned, her eyes locked with Vincent’s intense gaze.

Their eyes met, and Vincent instantly knew something was weighing on Katelyn’s mind. His voice was gentle yet probing. “Did you see anything unusual just now?”

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Vincent’s intuition was uncanny. He could read Katelyn’s emotions through her eyes alone. It was a gift that seemed to work solely with her. Content originally comes from find?novel.net

Katelyn blinked in surprise. Even when she tried to conceal her feelings, Vincent had always been able to read her. Now, despite her best efforts, he still saw through her. Was her mask not enough, or was Vincent simply too perceptive?

After a brief pause, Katelyn gave in to her suspicion and voiced it aloud. “I think something’s off with Neil’s leg injury.”

Even from such a simple remark, Vincent picked up on Katelyn’s meaning immediately. His voice turned cold as he questioned, “Are you saying Neil’s not really disabled?”

Katelyn nodded. Although she doubted her suspicions, they conflicted with her previous medical evaluation. “It’s just a theory for now. I can’t confirm it yet.”

“The truth has a way of surfacing,” Vincent responded.

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