As soon as the words left her mouth, Nevaeh pulled out a small cloth bag, the medicine she had prepared for Quade.
Right in front of him, she opened it and let the pills tumble out one by one, scattering them across the floor like her shattered trust.
"My medical skills were taught to me by my grandmother.You don't deserve to be healed by them."
Once the bag was empty, she pulled out a knife. The blade was sharp, glinting menacingly under the light, making Quade's brow furrow deeply.
But he didn't flinch. He didn't show any fear. Instead, he just let out a heavy, helpless sigh, his voice slow and deep. "I owe her an apology for ruining her life. If you want to take revenge for your grandmother, I won't stop you. Go ahead."
Nevaeh gritted her teeth, her heart a raging storm, but when the moment came to act, her hand hesitated.
