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    In his mind, the narrative was crystal clear—Sadie killed Sutton and paid off some pitiful woman to take the me.


    She had already left him paralyzed, his body broken, his dignity in ruins. Now she had killed his heir—his future.


    She was hell-bent on annihting his legacy.


    Coyle trembled with the intensity of his rage, gasping for air, his chest rising and falling in violent waves. He stared daggers at Terrell, his slurred voice desperate and twisted by emotion.


    “Th-the doctor… have… have you found one?”


    His legs couldn’t be lost. He needed to recover. He needed revenge.


    Terrell nodded hastily, clutching at the glimmer of hope. “Yes! Yes, I found someone! A doctor named Lennon Fowler. He said hees from a long line of traditional healers—specializing in bone injuries, rare cases, the kind other doctors can’t treat!”


    Coyle’s gaze calmed slightly, the storm in his eyes momentarily subsiding. If this man could restore him, even a fraction of his former strength—he would rise again. And when he did, Sadie would pay.


    “Bring… him in!”


    Terrell bolted from the room, eager to escape the suffocating tension. Momentster, he returned, escorting a man behind him.


    Coyle blinked, baffled.


    The figure standing at the door was dressed in worn, patched clothes, his shoes scuffed, his presence almostughable.


    His hands rubbed together nervously, and when he smiled, a row of yellowed teeth gleamed.


    “Mr. Wall, I presume?” he said with a thick rural drawl. “No need to worry. Healing folks is what my family does best. You break a bone, and we fix it right up—easy as cooking soup!”


    Coyle’s lip curled in disgust. This was the miracle doctor? This bumpkin? He nearly ordered the man out then and there—but paused. The best specialists in Jazmah had already thrown up their hands.


    He had no options left. Right now, pride had to be swallowed. What he needed was a chance to strike back.


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    As Coyle remained silent, his eyes locked in a cold, assessing stare, Lennon’s gaze flickered nervously. After a beat, he cleared his throat and spoke again, this time with a sheepish grin and a hint of opportunism.


    “Well, you know… treating someone like you ain’t exactly cheap.” His voice carried a blend of awkwardness and quiet calction.


    Before Coyle could even attempt a response, Terrell jumped in, eager to smooth things over. “Dr. Fowler, rest assured—if you can help Mr. Wall walk again, you’ll be handsomelypensated!”


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