Into the room stepped a woman, her vision framed by black glasses, dressed in the stark contrast of a white shirt and black pants.
She was Jimena Hinks, entrusted with the health of the Glyn family as their private doctor.
Noticing Davey by the bed, Jimena offered a bow of respect and voiced her inquiry, âMr.
Glyn, should I administer acupuncture to her now or later?â
âNow,â Davey stated with a calm that filled the room.
âVery well.
â
Davey made way as Jimena drew closer, preparing the space with a professional ease and starting with a head massage meant to soothe Casey into the treatment.
Jimenaâs hands moved with precision, betraying a dedication to her craft.
Despite the countless times Jimenaâs hands had performed these motions, Caseyâs beauty never ceased to dazzle Jimena.
Casey was such a beauty that almost all men would pause in wonder whenever they laid eyes on her.
Time had only added layers to her allure, crafting a presence that could stir envy and admiration in any onlooker, not just men.
Daveyâs choice to shield Casey away in this secluded sanctuary, hidden from the worldâs eyes for years, suddenly seemed like the only sensible thing to do.
One by one, each slender, sharp needle found its place in Caseyâs scalp, meticulously activating each acupoint with a gentle precision.
Davey watched this process unfold, his attention unwavering.
Despite Jimenaâs near-decade of service, his trust in her remained guarded, much like his trust in anyone else.
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It was then that his phone broke the silence, prompting Davey to answer.
âWhatâs the matter?â
The voice on the other end belonged to Katie.
Even on the phone, Daveyâs eyes remained glued on Casey and Jimenaâs methodical movements.
âHow Long do these injections last, in general?â Katie asked.
âIt varies.
For some, a month.
For others, two, even three,â Davey explained, his t one remaining even.
âAnd if the last injection is given, will things really happen as youâve said?â Katie probed.
Davey chuckled lightly, his voice as cold as a poisoned blade.
âKatie, it seems youâre still clinging to a sliver of mercy.
â
âDavey, I justâ¦â Katieâs voice faltered.
âEnough,â Davey cut in sharply, his patience frayed.
âIâm not your father.
I donât have time to guide you through everything.
You need to work it out yourself.
â
With a definitive click, Davey hung up.
Suddenly, a sharp exclamation cut through the silence.
âAh!â It was Jimena, standing by the bed in alarm.
âCasey!â Davey, with swift concern, closed the distance between him and Casey.
A thorough look reassured him.
Casey was undisturbed, her peace intact.