57In the aftermath of Dr. Moore's startling gesture of respect towards Darien, the room buzzed with an electric tension. Dr. LeRoy, caught off guard, tried to muster his bravado. "Respect? For this—"Before he could finish his sentence, Dr. Moore's hand flew out, connecting with Dr. LeRoy's cheek with a sharp slap that echoed through the room. Dr. LeRoy stumbled back, his hand flying to his face in disbelief."Respect," Dr. Moore repeated, his gaze unwavering. He delivered another slap, this one even more forceful, causing Dr. LeRoy to stagger sideways, his cheeks reddening from the impact.Lady Elizabeth gasped, her hand covering her mouth in shock, while Ethan's eyes were wide, his previous confidence nowhere to be seen.Dr. LeRoy, now visibly shaking, tried to defend himself. "You can't—"Two more slaps followed in quick succession, each one a clear reprimand, leaving Dr. LeRoy speechless and humiliated. His cheeks were now a bright shade of red, his eyes watering from the pain a
58Lady Elizabeth nodded, her response measured and cool. "Of course, Dr. Moore. It was a... misunderstanding," she said, her voice smooth like ice, yet the slight stiffening of her posture betrayed her true feelings.Ethan, caught between his loyalty to Lady Elizabeth his mother and the newfound respect for Darien, managed a hesitant nod. "Yes, Dr. Moore," he mumbled, the conviction in his voice lacking.Satisfied, Dr. Moore turned back to Darien, a smile breaking through his stern facade. "Now, if you'd be so kind, I believe Miss Emily still requires your expertise," he said, gesturing towards where Emily lay, her condition momentarily forgotten amidst the confrontation.Darien nodded, stepping forward to attend to Emily. As he did, the tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by a curious anticipation. The guests, now intrigued by the man Dr. Moore held in such high regard, watched closely, their earlier disdain tempered by the unfolding revelations.As Darien worked, his m
59"Mother, how can you say that?" she implored, stepping closer, her voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of rebuke. "You should be grateful. Sir French just saved Emily's life."Elizabeth met her daughter's gaze, her expression cooling further, if such a thing were possible. "Gratitude is owed when a debt is incurred, Eveline. Luck requires no such thing," she said, her voice low.Darien, overhearing the exchange as he tidied away the remnants of his makeshift treatment area, couldn't help but roll his eyes. The action was subtle, hidden from most of the room, but it spoke volumes of his opinion on the matter."Some people," he muttered under his breath, not quite quietly enough.The remark was not lost on Eveline, who bit back a smile, her earlier irritation fading to amusement. Despite the gravity of the situation, she found a sliver of humor in the absurdity of pride.Darien, now finished with his task, straightened and faced the room at large, seemingly unperturbed by the unde
60 Darien sighed with exhaustion as the driver pulled up to his home. It had been a long and eventful day. As the car came to a stop, Darien thanked the driver and exited the vehicle. He walked slowly up the stone path, his tired muscles aching with each step. Upon entering his home, Darien was greeted by the worried face of Lavinia. "Sir French, where have you been? I've been trying to reach you all day but your phone must have been off." Lavinia said, her brow furrowed with concern. Darien reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing the power button. Sure enough, it was dead. He must have been in such a hurry this morning that he forgot to charge it. "I'm sorry to worry you, Lavinia. I had a very busy day helping a patient at the Moore estate. It all happened so fast, I didn't even think to charge my phone." Darien replied. Lavinia's expression softened upon hearing his explanation. She knew how dedicated Darien was to his work as a healer. "Is everything alright
61The morning light barely crept through the curtains as Darien awoke, his mind already racing with the events of the previous day and the daunting task ahead. The thought of facing Cersei, his estranged wife, after everything that had transpired was heavy on his heart. He could imagine her sitting in a cold cell, her pride the only thing keeping her company. 'She'll blame me,' he thought, 'but her actions, driven by greed, led her here. She shot that old man without a second thought.'As he prepared to leave, his movements were mechanical, his mind elsewhere. He took a taxi, and the drive to the police station was a blur, his thoughts consumed by what he would say, how Cersei would react, and whether she would reveal anything useful about the Golden Apple's sale.Upon arrival, he was led to a small, sterile interview room where Cersei was already waiting, cuffed and looking defiant despite her circumstances. The sight of her stirred a complex whirlwind of emotions within Darien—ang
62The guests watched the confrontation with widened eyes and hushed whispers, shocked by Lucas's outrage. "I can't believe Theodore would try to turn away a healer," a nobleman whispered to his wife. "Over a mere plant, no less! The nerve of him," she replied, shaking her head. Amelia felt a surge of gratitude for her grandfather's defense of Darien. Lucas had always cared more for people than profits.Theodore opened and closed his mouth like a gulping fish, at a loss for words under his father's wrath. "But the Lumina root, its value-""Is meaningless compared to a life and our integrity!" Lucas thundered, veins bulging in his reddened neck. He jabbed an accusing finger at Theodore."The root can't compare to a life!" a merchant exclaimed softly to his friend."Lord Lucas won't stand for such dishonor. Rightly so," the friend agreed."Is meaningless compared to a life and our integrity!" Lucas thundered, veins bulging in his reddened neck. He jabbed an accusing finger at Theodor
63After a refreshing shower that washed away the grime of the day, Darien strolled into his bedroom, a towel draped lazily around his waist. The cool evening air brushed against his damp skin, causing goosebumps to ripple across his arms. He noticed the blinking notification light - two missed calls and a voicemail. A surge of curiosity propelled him to check the number, recognizing it as Amelia's. His heart skipped a beat, a mix of curiosity and anger. He pressed play out of curiosity.Meanwhile, Amelia, after her defiant stand against her parents, found a quiet corner away from the prying eyes and ears of the household. She had to reach Darien, to somehow bridge the gap her parents' folly had widened. With a deep breath, she dialed his number, her heart pounding against her chest as each ring went unanswered. The cold, impersonal tone of the voicemail greeted her instead, and with a shaky exhale, she began to speak."Sir French, it's Amelia Fairchild. I... I know you have no rea
64Darien looked down at her, her question stirring a whirlpool of emotions within him. The faint scent of her perfume, floral and intoxicating, filled his senses. For a heartbeat, he considered what it would mean to say yes, to allow himself to be drawn back into the orbit of the Fairchilds through her."Perhaps," he said finally. "But remember, my attendance tonight was for a resolution, not a rekindling of any alliance.""I understand," she replied, a soft smile touching her lips. It was a smile tinged with sadness. "Thank you, Sir French. For everything."With a final nod, Darien turned away, stepping out of the Fairchild estate. He could feel Amelia's gaze on his back.As he walked away, his heart felt an unusual lightness, a mixture of relief and something else—something akin to satisfaction. He couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all."Now, with the Lumina Root in hand, I need just nine more," he muttered to himself, his thoughts t