Cured
Amanda spoke with an easy, casual tone:
“It’s not a serious issue. The nerves that control your leg movement just aren’t functioning properly. I can cure your son, and I can help you walk again. But—what I’m doing here must be kept secret.”
Her current identity also had to remain hidden.
It can be cured.
Those slightly hoarse words fell into Benjamin’s ears like a divine melody.
He stared tightly at the woman who was smiling with eyes curved like crescent moons.
She said “it can be cured” as casually as if she were talking about having dinner—so calm, so confident, so breathtaking.
“Thank you,” Benjamin said gently, with his usual grace.
Amanda opened her medical kit and began performing acupuncture on him.
Then, she took out a bottle of pills and handed it to him.
“Take t
