The Hidden Medical Genius: Healing My Crippled Mafia Boss

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iform, his face devoid of expression, stood at the door with two maids.

. Gable. "Mrs. Carlisle, welcome. Master Damie

of disdain. They all saw me as just another unluc

gage." Then I turned to the b

ds "my husband." The butler's eye

air was thick with the smell of dust and some

I knew that smell all too well. It

rse than I

. The butler stopped before a closed d

y closer. He gestured to one

seating stench hit us. Penny instinct

e urge to gag an

ng it in near darkness. On the massive bed

ing covered much of his features, but through the sharp, flawless bone structure beneath and the untouched razor-sharp jawline, I could easily tell he had once

cations and unchanged, soiled band

within me. This wasn't neglect

g icily over the butler a

this room without my permission," I comma

he was silenced by the raw killing intent in my

, out," I o

a pardon, quickly shutti

me, worried. "

his door. No matter who comes, tell them I am atte

me" bottle I had given her, she took her

s just me

dow and threw back

of his injuries. The harsh light laid bare the ruin of his face-where horrific scarrin

e gauze covering his body was soaked through w

ice from my handbag-a specially modified medical k

system and aimed t

model instantly materialized. His vital

rial Infection. Acute Renal Failure... A

er current world medical standards, subject's l

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