CHAPTER 17
LEILA'S POV
I could feel the doctor's disapproving gaze on me as I spoke to the diplomat about his current condition.
“How ironic that the one responsible for his situation is the one taking care of him,” he muttered, but I wouldn't call it muttering because he said it loud enough for me to hear.
I straightened and turned to him. “Do you have a problem with my being here?” I asked, and his scornful expression changed to that of nonchalance.
“No, I am not. Carry on.”
“Hmm.” I walked back to the diplomat. “Do you feel any heaviness in your body? Perhaps try raising any of your body parts to confirm.”
The diplomat raised his hand and leg, and, judging from how he carried them, they weren't heavy at all. This was a good development.
Then I beamed at the diplomat. “I'm
