Soren was being treated at the Leigh family''s hospital, so he and Liam had unavoidably seen each other many times. Soren would often call him over, ostensibly to keep himpany and relieve his boredom. But while Liam was there, Soren would coldly issue judgments against those who had bullied Evangeline, one by one, right in front of him. After dispassionately giving his orders, Soren would turn to him and casually ask how things were at the hospital. Liam would sit there, trembling with fear, feeling as if Soren was making an example of them for his


    benefit.


    This went on for days. The constant anxiety was far worse than a physical beating.


    But something else terrified him even more.


    Poppy''s pregnancy was a lie.


    He had been shocked when he first found out, but he understood it was a lie she told to save her own life. He had even rationalized it, telling himself that since she and Soren were about to be engaged, a baby was an inevitability anyway. So, like a fool, he had chosen to help her cover it up, using his position to create a fake pregnancy report.


    But now that Soren was back, nothing was going ording to n. He''d heard that Poppy had been turned away from Soren''s room twice in thest two days.


    Liam was huddled in a hospital supply closet, worrying about what to do, when Gregory happened to hurry past. Seeing him, Gregory stopped.


    "Dr. Leigh, what are you doing here?" he asked warmly. "Mr. Fawkes wants to see you."


    Liam''s heart jumped into his throat, the stone of anxiety in his stomach rising again. He quicklyposed himself and forced a smile. "Did Soren say what for? How''s his mood?"


    Gregory thought for a moment.


    "About the same as usual. But there seemed to be a problem with the Fawkes family''s internal security a moment ago. Mr. Fawkes was pretty angry he ever smashed his phon His wound reopened and started bleeding, so it needs to be


    redressed. You should go over, Dr. Leigh. I have to go buy a new phone. Mr. Fawkes has a huge backlog of work from Fawkes Enterprises since he''s been back, and his phone hasn''t stopped ringing."


    With that, Gregory rushed off.


    Liam''s heart pounded as he walked toward Soren''s room. A nurse was already changing the gauze on his wound. His torso was bare, revealing his toned muscles.


    "Thank you," Soren said politely to the nurse after she finished.


    The nurse blushed, not daring to look at him. She stammered a "You''re wee" and hurried out.


    Liam''s unease deepened. Compared to his old, perpetually cold and unapproachable demeanor, Soren now seemed much gentler. But strangely, that gentleness made him feel even more dangerous. His mind was in turmoil.


    Steeling himself, Liam quickly regained hisposure and walked into the room with a semnce of his usual casualness. But before he could say anything, Soren spoke first His words sent a cold-sweat down Liam''s back, causing him stumble.


    "Evangeline once said that the Fawkes family''s management is aplicated mess," Soren began. "On the surface it''s all calm, but internally, it''s descended into chaos.


    I didn''t believe it at first, but after a thorough investigation, it seems there are indeed quite a few traitors in our midst."


    Soren''s voice dropped. “Liam, you''re full of bright ideas. Tell me, how should one deal with such traitors?"


    As he finished, Soren lifted his gaze, his dark eyes locking onto him.