As the car pulled away from the rehabilitation center, Avery kept her head turned, staring out the window. Her mind was a whirlwind, echoing the lead physician's stunned parting words:
"The recovery rate is three times faster than projected. This level of precision in micro-dosing top-tier targeted drugs... it's as if there's a dedicated laboratory providing real-time data support just for him."
She pulled her gaze back and looked at the man beside her. Dominic was leaning against the seat with his eyes closed. Under her care, the swelling in his left eye had receded, leaving only a faint, dark red shadow. Avery watched his eyelashes tremble fitfully in the shifting light and shadows, and the corners of her mouth tilted up despite herself.
"Dominic," she called softly.
"Mm."
"Thank yo
