Chapter 204

Horace's eyes were bloodshot, burning with fury as he grabbed the doctor by the collar, looking like he might crush him on the spot. "What did you just say?"

The doctor froze, words choking in his throat, every breath trembling. Fear had him paralyzed.

Horace's temper snapped further, and he kicked the nearby medical kit across the room with a deafening crash.

Then, pointing at the group of trembling lackeys at the door, he barked, "Go! Find a doctor! If my wife dies today, you'll all wish you hadn't been born!"

The men bolted, scrambling out in a panic, leaving the room heavy with Horace's ragged breathing and the sharp tension in his gaze as he stared at his wife on the bed.

He didn't love her, but he respected her.

Without her, he could never have climbed to the top of the Fist Guild.

The thought of handling it all alone now was unbearable.

Just then, one of his men tentatively poked his head inside. After a shaky breath, he spoke. "Boss, the woman from your private lounge... she says she can save Mrs. Boyd."

Eleanor?

Horace froze.

Trust a fragile-looking girl with his wife's life?

It sounded absurd.

But as he watched his wife's breaths grow shallow,desperation won over disbelief. He gritted his teeth and growled, "Bring her in."

Whether it was a trick or not, he had no choice but to gamble on a miracle.

Within moments, Eleanor was ushered into the room.

She took one look at the dying woman and instantly understood-this was Horace's wife.

Horace's gaze didn't waver from Eleanor, filled not with desire but with raw,tense intensity."Can you really do it?" he demanded.

Eleanor said nothing and strode directly to the bedside. She then raised her eyes to meet his, unwavering."Step aside," she said firmly. "If you're in the way, I can't do anything."

Horace froze for a second, then reluctantly stepped back,muttering under his breath but obeying.

Eleanor lifted three fingers and pressed them lightly on the woman's wrist. Her eyes closed as she focused,reading the pulse with practiced precision.

After a moment, she opened them again, her expression filled with cetainty. "She doesn't have an infectious disease. Her lungs have a blood clot blocking airflow, which is why she's struggling to breathe. The fever is just a complication from the lung issue."

Her eyes scanned the medical kit on the floor and landed on a sealed pack of needles.

She tore it open and grabbed one.

With quick, exact movements, she drove the needle into the woman's body.

Immediately, the unconscious woman on the bed twitched violently, and a mouthful of dark red blood spilled from her lips.

Horace's eyes flared with rage. "What did you do to her?" He yanked the dagger from his waist and lunged forward.

But everything froze the instant his wife's eyes opened.

"You reckless idiot, chasing after women again?" she chided, her voice weak but unmistakable.

Horace halted in shock, staring at his wife.

Though she was still fragile, her face showed signs of life returning, and tears welled in his eyes.

"You're awake, finally! I thought I'd lost you! You had me terrified!" he cried.

Eleanor blinked, utterly dumbfounded.

The ruthless Zerovian mob boss she had known, the man feared by everyone, was now reduced to a fumbling,tearful husband.

Even his men bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound.

Eleanor's mind raced. If this woman really held that kind of power over him, it would be easy to get out of there.