He forced himself to ignore the strange feelings stirring inside and focused on his gaze, determined not to let his mind wander.
Nevaeh assumed he was afraid of the pain, so she worked quickly, trimming away the rotten flesh and carefully stitching him up.
The process was smooth and efficient.
Cassius gripped his hands tightly, remaining silent throughout.
"All done. For the first three days, you need to change the dressing daily, and then every two days after that. You can have the stitches removed in a week," she instructed.
After giving her advice, Nevaeh hurriedly left the study, almost as if she were escaping.
When she entered her room, she froze, it was completely empty. All her clothes and belongings had vanished.
"Hussein!" Nevaeh shouted in a panic.
Could there have been a thief in the house?
But then she thought carefully, this vast mansion had far more valuable targets than her room.
A thief would surely have gone after Cassius's room instead.
