Chương 2 - The Protector
Adeline did not let go of Camille's wrist immediately. She maintained a firm, unyielding grip, stepping her body protectively between the furious blonde socialite and the helpless man on the floor.
The metallic ring of the silver tray and the scattering sound of white pills finally settled into a tense, suffocating silence.
"You will not hit him again," Adeline said, her voice calm, firm, and icy cold.
Camille sneered, her blue eyes flashing with deep hatred as she wrenched her arm back. She smoothed down her expensive silk gown, looking down her nose at the girl in blue scrubs.
"You work for us, nurse," Camille spat, her voice dripping with venomous arrogance. "You are paid to wash his bedsheets and hand him his medicine. Know your place."
Nico looked up from the floor at Adeline. His handsome face was pale, his dark eyes filled with restrained emotion and quiet authority. For six months, since the mysterious car crash that left him paralyzed from the waist down, he had endured the pity, the quiet betrayals, and Camille's growing coldness.
Adeline stood tall, her posture unyielding despite the immense wealth and power surrounding her.
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"No," Adeline replied softly, looking Camille dead in the eye. "I work for my patient."
👉 Why did Camille's face turn deathly pale when her eyes darted down to the scattered white pills?
