Joanne’s POV
The man sputtered, confusion etching his face. I stepped further around Rem and closer to him.
“Sir, I promise, I’m not here to hurt anyone. I’ve only been trying to help. You don’t need to trust me as a person, but you have to trust that I know what I’m doing. I have a clinic full of people who can vouch for me,” I assured him, keeping my voice steady and my eyes on him.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he looked seconds away from hyperventilating. He looked from me to Prince Alexander, conflict apparent in his eyes.
Alexander opened his mouth to say something more, but I spoke first.
“You have an infection… It’s due to the rotten food you’ve consumed. On top of that, I can tell from the way you are clutching your ribs that you are in pain. They might be bruised or
