Chapter 68: You are no longer under my protection
(Dr. Morrison's POV)
Victoria lay on the medical cot, her pale form draped in white blankets. Her chest rose and fell shallowly, and her face twisted in a remarkably convincing display of frailty. Beside her, Alexander remained rigid, his arms crossed, his grey eyes fixed on her. He hadn’t moved in nearly an hour, his posture as still as a statue.
I watched silently from across the room, observing not just her theatrics but also Alexander’s expression. There was something different today—an edge to his aura, like he was beginning to question what his eyes saw versus the truth his instincts whispered.
"What’s taking so long?" Alexander’s voice cut through the silence, calm but sharp. He directed the question at the junior healers f
